"I have to send an urgent mail!"
A large shadow was trying to get away from the people in front of him, but that was not possible unless he made his own way with both hands.
"Open up!"
Fat Moe started yelling as soon as he set foot on the marble floor of the Post Office. It was not crowded, but the fat man was excited.
"Merchant Moe, take it easy!"
There were three counters in a row in front of him, several people there watching him in surprise, and an officer called out to stop him from shouting anymore.
"Come this way!"
The office was designed very simply. Opposite the door, there was a long counter and five attendants. Behind the people that were separated by wooden screens, a small hole was noticed in the wall.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Moe headed where the voice was coming from, and all the fat on his body moved with him. When he went before the attendant at a pace that contradicted his appearance, he was breathless.
