I’m at the Beacon Hill post office, early on a Saturday morning. Two postal employees are working the counter. They ask the usual questions — anything breakable, etc. The woman next to me at the counter says no, it’s just a pair of shoes. “Well,” I say, “could be glass slippers.”
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