My favorite postmaster was working today, and as I opened my mailbox, I found a yellow ticket, indicating that a package had arrived.
“What is it! What is it?” I asked.
“A cheese wheel,” she responded from behind the mailboxes.
“A cheese wheel?” I repeated, as the postmaster came forward with my package which, in fact, did look like a cheese wheel.
I opened it in front of her. In the package were the rolls of priority mail stickers I had ordered.
“No one loves me enough to send me a cheese wheel,” I said.
Exit, stage left.