Did you know there is a post office at the Coachella campgrounds? Did you know that festivalgoers hell-bent on making their frienemies jealous can send out postcards and wedding invitations stamped with "Coachella" on them? It's a bold power move, and I really admire the type of person with this amount of insane dedication to their image-crafting. I also hope it's the same kind of person who would name their baby Coachella after said wedding, which I think is a beautiful name for a baby girl. Coachello if it's a boy.

So you named your baby Coachella! That's fine. What's NOT fine is doing and sending out your taxes at Coachella, which at least 10 (TEN!!) people somehow thought was okay to do.

Look, I get that you want to show off to the government that you were at Coachella, I really do. I saw hologram Tupac in person and I can assure you it was as amazing as it was confusing. If a stranger had asked, "Hey Dami, do you wish the government could know you were here for this hologram of Tupac?" I would have responded, "What? I can't hear you!" But not once did it cross my mind that the tiny Lincoln Log Coachella post office would be an acceptable place to bring my W-9s.

It's technically not even a real post office! It's an intermediary between festivalgoers desperate to send mail from the middle of the desert and the actual post office. Now based out of a repurposed art installation, it's a step up from the sweltering tent where people could drunkenly scrawl their postcards before suffering from heat stroke.

These people inadvertently made life harder for Megan Hampton, the poor unofficial postmaster who had to deal with these shenanigans and Was Really Not Having It:

Hang in there, Megan Hampton. Weekend 2 will be better.