Mail

Kids these days have it so easy with email that when they actually have to mail something, they don’t know how. My sister was recently in the post office and wanted to mail a letter. She handed it to the cashier, who weighed it.
“Forty-two cents,” he said.
“No, really,” laughed my sister.
“No, really. Forty-two cents,” the cashier said again.
“I don’t want the whole book of stamps—I just want one,” she explained.
“Yes. One stamp is forty-two cents,” he explained, wondering under what rock my sister had been hiding for the past ten years.
“Are you kidding?!” my sister exclaimed.
The cashier eyed her. “Are you?”
My sister thought that a stamp cost seven cents.