Ah, the Mail Males

The soldiers on my compound who work the mail room are a bunch of characters. I insist that they greet me with what I call the "salutation": "Welcome to the Mail room!" And they do it, the only thing that they need to work on is separating my mail/packages from the pile. They still haven't got that one down. Today I was reading a pile of Christmas cards that kids had made. Some of these cards are hilarious, some like sublime haiku, some totally misspelled. Why do the teachers allow the misspelled cards? It is because the teachers are sleeping on the job or that the liberal establishment has so thoroughly infiltrated education, so that every child's misspelling is seen as a beautiful thing?