I squinted through my rain-drenched windshield, the wipers on high barely affecting the early evening deluge.
"Did you say North Main was the third right?"
My wife grunted from the other end of the connection. "That's what it says on their web page."
"I can barely read the street signs but all the names have been single letter and I haven't seen anything that looks like a post office. Or an ongoing business of any sort."
"It's ten of five."
Dusk during a winter downpour was no time to be lost. "Honey, I'm doing my best."
"I know."
"Wait." I slowed. "There's a blue collection box up ahead."
"Let me check. It says here that the last round of collections takes place after five. That will still get my payment postmarked today."
I stopped as I drew abreast of the box.
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