Post and lemon cake mix

Date: 12/24/2018

In a kitchen. M left a cake mixer on the side. I pick it up and a little lemon juice leaks out and down the counter top. A lot comes out and forms a puddle on the floor. I feel frustration that M left the mixer on the side in such a way. M has a present to send. J picks up a big brown envelope and says she'll send it. The parcel comes open as M has only stuck the seam down with masking tape. It is a big cardboard flimsy thing inside. I say to J not to bother, and to ask M whether it is ready to post. M says it is. I have a I pad made of plastic to send through the post. It is the wrong shape. I cut it into strips. I have a flash of insight that this is silly. How will they be able to reassemble it? We are in the car. I pull over and ask an older black guy on the street corner if he can send a parcel for me. He is not a postman. He says he can. His colleague, a younger white guy, says it is too big. Can't send it. He is playing a black saxophone on the street corner.