My human can tell I've really been missing Nikon, so yesterday she asked if I wanted to go on a little adventure to the Post Office. Me? Adventure?
I'm still PO'd a the PO jerk who stole Payton's brain-drugs, so I asked my human if we could yell at someone while we were at the post office. She said no, we couldn't yell at anyone because the USPS is a government agency and I guess yelling is a federal offense or something.
Instead of yelling, my human said we could do a test to see if the brain-drug stealing was an isolated incident (or if the USPS is full of jerks who steal your stuff). A test didn't sound nearly as much fun as yelling, but I didn't really want to federally offend anyone so I went along with it.
I got a little nervous when we got to the PO and saw a scale, but luckily it's just for packages. So we weighed the yummy panda heads, put my friend Tiffy's mom's address and some stamps on the box, and handed it off to the PO people. I have no idea what the pink panda head thing is about, but I'm guessing my human really wanted to tempt any jerks who might be thinking about stealing.
Apparently we are not the only ones trying to tempt the PO jerks, because the box of panda heads landed in a pile next to a box of tasty Wheat Thins.
I don't know how scientific this test is, but I'm really glad my human vetoed the yelling thing. Those postal people don't mess around! The PO in our neighborhood is totally friendly, but the one we went to yesterday was not a happy place. We totally got in trouble for
1) me being in the post office
2) taking pictures in the post office
3) taking pictures of mail
Not sure about #1, but apparently #2 and #3 are federally offensive or something. Ooops.
It should take a few days for the panda heads to make it to Tiffy's house in Illinois. Who here thinks the PO will pass the panda test??