At tourist spot, a gift shop ’twas, a perky youngster soughtTo learn about the post card which I stood in line and bought.“It’s got a scenic picture of this very spot we’re in,”I said, unleashing questions that proceeded to begin:So what’s the max it lets you write —
“Of characters? Depends, I guess, how small you opt to write.”But where’s the part
(A point she hadn’t got)“You put a stampin upper right and slip itthrough the slot.”Delivered in an instant?
“No, will take about a week.”She shook her head; the card and I she thought were both antique.