I went to Walmart today and bought a few things I was out of, tomorrow I'll probably go to Safeway and look for something to have for Christmas dinner.
My daughter sent me a Christmas present which I picked up at the fairgrounds office yesterday, and when they handed me the package I thought my daughter had sent me a pizza for Christmas, which is a rather odd Christmas present but "it's the thought that counts." It didn't take me long to realize that this was actually a normal size box that had been professionally flattened by the post office at no extra cost to the sender or the sendee.
It appears that in order to get one more package onto the last Mule in the Mule train leaving Denver for Tucson, the postal employee that packs the Mules jumped up and down on my package until it assumed the required 2 inches thick that would fit into the Mules pack. This adjustment to my packages original dimensions crushed everything in the box to a fine powder which precluded me from identifying the contents.
The Post Office when confronted with the condition of my Christmas present expressed "concern" and basically said this is a very busy time of year and if you're fool enough to mail a package during the Christmas rush you have to expect that a few packages will fall out of the Mules pack and get trampled by the herd.
The line at the post office was long when I got there, and was even longer now so I apologized for taking up the post office's valuable time with my petty problems. But before I left suggested that they get rid of that old out of date motto about neither rain nor snow nor gloom of night thing and adopt something more befitting our modern post office such as, "it's the thought that counts".