She was
standing in line at the post office, waiting to pick up a package. There were
two people in front of her, so she had time to look around.
She saw the box
waiting to go out on the counter behind the service counter, and she stifled a
gigglesnort.
She knew she
was a terrible person, but she couldn’t help it.
When it was her
turn, she nodded towards the box and said, “Guess someone finally gets to go
out of town” and the clerk glanced at the box, then glared at her.
The box was
marked ‘Human cremains’.
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