Emma had probably wanted a postcard. She might have been pushy about it. I was certainly sending postcards to some people. Anyway, as I recall, the genesis of this really occurred when I purchased some stamps that were supposed to keep me sending ample postcards until I finished the trip and the lady at the post office accidentally gave me two sheets of stamps instead of one. I didn't realise until it was too late to go back and return them. Or at least we had walked far enough that it seemed like too much effort.
Anyway, there was I, with a dozen stamps that I didn't know what to do with, and inspiration struck.
I decided to give Emma what she wanted. What she had probably demanded.
I would send her a dozen postcards.
I would send her a dozen of the same postcard.
And so, we went to a nearby Arby's, and while Ken sat down to eat a sandwich with an improbable amount of meat on it...
... I sat down and filled out a postcard.
Then I filled out another, trying to match the handwriting and positioning of the words as best I could.
Then another, and another.
By the end I probably had given myself carpal tunnel, and was having trouble making sure all the stamps were aligned over the "affix stamp here" sign correctly (I messed the rotation on one of them up completely).
But in the end I had 12 identical postcards.
After which the task of putting one in the post in every city we visited after that began.
Thankfully when we explained what was going on after asking to be driven past a post office in LA, Ken's sister offered to drop one in the post a week until they were all gone, which allowed for them to continue to be posted from the States long after we had arrived back in Aus.
Anyway. That occurred to me for no particular reason, so I thought I'd finally post about it.
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