Postal Service Quotes

“Winter arrived with December, and the world continued to suffer the loss of the Internet and most forms of communication. Supply chains were disrupted. The only mass form of personal communication was the letter, and postal workers were having their worst year ever, as they were actually meeded. Food was becoming scarcer and more expensive, as was fuel for vehicles and heating. Major cities experienced riots on a regular basis, spurred on by religious fervor and want. Civilization was on the brink of collapse.”
― Mark A. Rayner, The Fridgularity

“In this country, two things stand first in rank: your flag and your mail. You all know what honor you pay to your flag, but you should know, also, that your mail, — just that ordinary postal card—is also important. But a postal card, or any form of mail, is not important, in that way, until you drop it through a slot in this building, and with a stamp on it, or into a mail box outdoors. Up to that instant it is but a common card, which anybody can pick up and carry off without committing a criminal act. But as soon as it is in back of this partition, or in a mail box, a magical transformation occurs; and anybody who now should willfully purloin it, or obstruct its trip in any way, will find prison doors awaiting him. What a frail thing ordinary mail is! A baby could rip it apart, but no adult is so foolish as to do it. That small stamp which you stick on it, is, you might say, a postal official, going right along with it, having it always in his sight.”
― Ernest Vincent Wright, Gadsby

“Roll um up,
Roll um up,
Clap clap clap.
Roll um up,
Put I’m in your
Lap lap lap.
Roll um up,
Roll um up,
Snap snap snap.
Roll um up,
Roll um up,
Stamp stamp stamp!”
― SurLeFur

“Bills! Bills! Bills! Detestable sound! Obnoxious word! Why were such things ever invented? Why are they sent to destroy our peace of mind? They always come, too, when you are expecting some interesting letter. You hurry to meet the postman, you get impatient at the length of time he takes to separate his packets (I sometimes think these men find pleasure in tantalizing you and keep you waiting on purpose), and when he at last presents you with your long-expected missive, behold, it turns to dust and ashes in your hand - metaphorically speaking, of course. It is a pity such a metamorphosis does not occur in reality; for the wretched oblong envelope, with the sprawly, flourishy writing, so unmistakably suggests a bill that you - well, I do not know what you do on such an occasion; my letter, which I have been so anxious to obtain, is flung to the other side of the room.”
― Jenny Wren, Lazy Thoughts of a Lazy Girl