What can brown do for you?

As we left on vacation, spouse had something that she had to UPS before we left. All well and good, but neither of the UPS stores near us had a drop box, and it was a Sunday morning. So we thought about driving around downtown in hopes of finding a drop box somewhere, but I frankly couldn’t think of one, and ultimately we decided the time was better spent vacationing, and that whatever she had to ship could be mailed out at the Old Forge Post Office the next day (though, as we expected, Priority Mail was a little bit mistifying and perhaps even scary for the staff there.) But since then, I’ve been spotting the little drop boxes everywhere . . . buildings where I’d expect it, buildings where I never would, just about everywhere. And every time I see one, I hear the voice of Hannah, who as we were thinking about it that morning chimed in, “What can brown do for you?”