Writer: The stupid mailroom is like the Gestapo now. They won’t mail this greeting card for me. Can you give me a stamp?
Designer: I guess so. I can get one at lunch for you.
Writer: Okay. Thanks. I’ll give you thirty-five cents for it.
Designer: Thirty-seven cents.
Writer: You’re charging a two-cent fee for a stamp? You’re worse than the damn mail room.
16340 North Scottsdale Road
Overheard by: Miel