Presumably this is an image of someone waiting for the post office to open - it's always a good idea to take something to read. I was there ten minutes before the doors were unlocked, and was the 11th in line ... but if the USPS attempts to deliver a registered packet, one needs to go and pick it up and find what it is.
A small packet. A small intriguing packet. A small intriguing packet from China. So eventually I emerged, clutching it, walked back to my car past this wall decoration - and tore it open, through its layers of plastic packaging. And inside ... one small, but elegant roll of Japanese packaging tape that I'd ordered a while back through Amazon - with some others that came through a less tortuous route. That all seemed to involve a lot of effort, on every side.