A DYMO DOZEN...

by Tallulah Lastname, Company Clerk:
Someone (or someones) in Texas likes us -- though we still haven't a clue who it might be, because they're not telling -- and, frankly, it's giving some of our members the creeps.

(photo by Reverend Aitor)

True to what seems to be a fledgling tradition of disconcerting packages containing delightful gifts, this vintage Dymo carousel store display turned up on the Bunker doorstep yesterday. How this can be remains a mystery unto itself. Unlike Headquarters, where the Company conducts most of its business, including shipping and receiving, or the Clubhouse, where the Company holds its shows and sundry events, the Bunker's location is top secret. We don't disclose its whereabouts to the closest of friends, family or bedfellows.

Included in the box was this unsigned note

We presume this gift can be credited to whomever sent us those 800 popcorn bags last summer. Though this package is postmarked, believe it or not, Bigfoot, Texas, a quick search on Google maps reveals it to be relatively close to the origin of the first mystery package.

Arguably the holy grail of labeling tapes

While there is some uneasiness among the ranks about accepting gifts under such circumstances, the issue will be put to a vote at the next meeting, since other members are eager to put these offerings to use. Enclosed with the carousel were a number of rare gems, including woodgrain, and a roll "property of" tape. The latter being the most seldom seen of the Dymo brand tapes.

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