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
Scotts­dale, Ari­zona

Over­heard by: Miel