10th June 1989From: email@example.com (Sunstorm the Intestinal)
In article <13848@dartvax.Dartmouth.EDU> firstname.lastname@example.org (Dave Alexander) writes:
My little sister once sent a letter to my grandmother by addressing it "Grandma Rainier, Oregon". Needless to say, it got there.
Funnily enough, I once sent a comatose penguin to my deranged Papa Noo-noo (who, at the time, lived about three doors (and about as many houses) away from me), with the words "Umbilical fangs? Not likely!" flayed into the soft epidermal layer just under its left wing .. backwards .. in Sanskrit (the wing was then stapled to the torso of the aforementioned parcel). It never reached its intended destination, and three months later an unripe guava was blown up by unspecified members of the Papua New Guinean Anti-Exotic Fruit Organisation -- a reincarnation of the now defunct Papua New Guinean Anti-Miscellaneous Fruits Of An Exotic Origin, Such As Guavas, Organisation.
A sad reflection on today's postal system, an unreasonable demand upon a perfectly adequate one, or a chaotic meander through the prose of some intermittently conscious greengrocer in Coventry? This is the question which we must endeavour to answer. Other subsidiary questions which you might consider are:
Disassociate into groups of precisely three and discuss the issues raised in this article. Time allowed: 60 minutes.