I can NOT believe how freaking hard it is to get a postcard in this joint. Or a shot glass. I mean, seriously. Every where I go in the REST of the United States is equipped to cater to the poor tastes of the American public. It seems I have found the one little bitty area along the east coast that has taste. Kinda.
Oh, but they DON'T have customer service. Nope. They see you here, and they scatter like cows running from the mother ship. Un-be-lievable! And when you manage to corner one between the store equivalent of a tree and the fence, you get "Ummm. I don't think we do. I'm not sure. Did you look by the gift cards?"
Um, yes I did. I actually looked there BEFORE talking to you. Okay? Okay.
So, obviously, my quick trip to town to pick up a few postcards to send to ya all failed. Not from lack of trying, though. We went to Arsonel Wine and Liquor, Kinneys, Rite aid, MacDonalds (ya never know) and Walmart. Oh, and Hacketts in Sackets Harbor, but that was closed. And the museum. The local post office was also a bust. However, the hot, melted gum I stepped in at Walmart really cinched the deal.
We are home now. You will get no postcards. I am going to move here and open a freaking postcard store. Seriously.
No postcards for you.
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