me, circa early 1800s, paying a stable boy a few coppers to ride overnight to deliver you an urgent letter with a thick wax seal that after you struggle to break it just says “bitch!” in tiny little writing
no no no, you don’t understand the true level of spiteful here. The sender of a letter didn’t pay for the post in 1800. The receiver did. You just made your enemy pay for the privilege of being insulted.
I feel like as a courier in 1800 I would be opposed to that practice. I ain’t gonna carry your letter 500 miles in the snow on foot on spec, hoping the target likes you enough to pay for it on the other end. Cash up front or I sell to the highest bidder.
and as a person looking for courier services in 1800 I wouldn’t hire you cause there’s 20 other stable boys willing to make the journey
Well, sure, if you’re content to gamble on some random stable boy actually making it there and delivering it properly. Sorry, I thought this missive was important.
anybody in this wread smoke theed
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