We make your sticker. We pack it with care. We give it a little kiss (optional but spiritually important). Then we hand it off to the Post Office—aka the big folks in blue who actually deliver the mail.
From that point on, it’s out of our hands. Literally. We can’t scan it, speed it up, reroute it, or yell at it to go faster. It’s in their system now, riding trucks, chilling in sorting centers, and maybe stopping for a mysterious nap in Ohio.
💡 Here’s the kicker:
We are not Amazon.
Amazon has their own fleet of trucks, planes, robots, and driver armies in branded vests. And you pay for that—every year—with Prime. We don’t have that. We’re just a small business using the same public mail system as everyone else.
We pay the Post Office to deliver your stuff. Just like you do. And just like you, we cross our fingers and hope it behaves.
If it’s late or being weird, it’s not because we don’t care—it’s because we’re at the mercy of the mail gods. And those gods sometimes take coffee breaks.
Thanks for sticking with us, being patient, and supporting our little swamp circus 🐸💌
You can learn more about how mail works here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-FrsHPyDK8