Single coil wrote:
New plymouth had a post office that was shut on a weekday, and lots of pigs about.
That's because the Post Office was trying to clear the backlog of Danny's stuff.
And it's a little known fact that New Plymouth is the Bacon capital of NZ.
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MogwaiBoy wrote:
*Hides, not wanting to be that guy who endlessly defends Hamilton with valor and... futility!*
I'll defend Hamilton! The place looks wonderful framed in my rear vision mirror.
And flying from Hamilton to Tauranga VFR on an overcast day can make for much excitement. Of the brown pants variety.
Beyond a critical point within a finite space, freedom diminishes as numbers increase. This is as true of humans as it is of gas molecules in a sealed flask. The human question is not how many can possibly survive within the system, but what kind of existence is possible for those who so survive.
MogwaiBoy wrote:Well there are several post shops that are open on Sundays in Hamilton. And Tuesdays.
I guess that's important to some people? Out here in the sticks, we have these things called letterboxes and really never have a need to visit a Post Shop ...
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Rog wrote:
Out here in the sticks, we have these things called letterboxes ...
So why is it that they usually have numbers on them instead?
Beyond a critical point within a finite space, freedom diminishes as numbers increase. This is as true of humans as it is of gas molecules in a sealed flask. The human question is not how many can possibly survive within the system, but what kind of existence is possible for those who so survive.
Prefer postboxes, they don't ask damfool questions like "What's in this letter?" and "Shouldn't you buy a courier bag and write out a customs form for circuit boards, not just use a letter envelope and postage fee?"
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