You are now a somewhat confused PARCEL MISTRESS again.
With much flustered waving of hands, you assure the WORKED-UP VOCIFERANT that you weren't dropping your letters out of carelessness! You merely didn't notice that your precious MAIL BAG had a hole in it (again, no doubt planted there by someone looking to disturb the delicate machinations of the hallowed institution known as the POSTAL SYSTEM! The thought turns your blood to ice!). You would NEVER treat a letter or parcel that had been entrusted to you in such a shameful way. And as he can see, you are retrieving your letters right now, in fact! They'll all be off of the ground, sorted, and delivered to their rightful owners before long.
The WORKED-UP VOCIFERANT seems to calm down somewhat, becoming a little less worked-up and vociferous. A blush seems to warm his soot-black cheeks. Now that the issue seems to be settled, it occurs to you (and this makes you yourself blush) that he is really rather handsome. Absently, you straighten up your posture and smooth your dress a little. Your fingers run over a patch of loose threads, and you glance down at it in puzzlement, only to find that you're looking at...
...your MAIL BAG!!! You can't believe you nearly forgot!
You explain to this (dashing) gentleman that you just know that some rascal is lurking the streets of your town, committing such loathsome deeds as tearing open your bag so that its invaluable contents are left to spill from it and be scattered to the wind. If he would be so kind as to help you find the way to the domicile of your town's AUTHORITY REGULATOR, you're sure that he could track down this criminal and bring him to justice!
> PM: Explain the situation. (FILL: TEAM JOHN<3ROSE)
With much flustered waving of hands, you assure the WORKED-UP VOCIFERANT that you weren't dropping your letters out of carelessness! You merely didn't notice that your precious MAIL BAG had a hole in it (again, no doubt planted there by someone looking to disturb the delicate machinations of the hallowed institution known as the POSTAL SYSTEM! The thought turns your blood to ice!). You would NEVER treat a letter or parcel that had been entrusted to you in such a shameful way. And as he can see, you are retrieving your letters right now, in fact! They'll all be off of the ground, sorted, and delivered to their rightful owners before long.
The WORKED-UP VOCIFERANT seems to calm down somewhat, becoming a little less worked-up and vociferous. A blush seems to warm his soot-black cheeks. Now that the issue seems to be settled, it occurs to you (and this makes you yourself blush) that he is really rather handsome. Absently, you straighten up your posture and smooth your dress a little. Your fingers run over a patch of loose threads, and you glance down at it in puzzlement, only to find that you're looking at...
...your MAIL BAG!!! You can't believe you nearly forgot!
You explain to this (dashing) gentleman that you just know that some rascal is lurking the streets of your town, committing such loathsome deeds as tearing open your bag so that its invaluable contents are left to spill from it and be scattered to the wind. If he would be so kind as to help you find the way to the domicile of your town's AUTHORITY REGULATOR, you're sure that he could track down this criminal and bring him to justice!
> WV: Consider.