our post office is very tiny, but very efficient (mostly) and quite friendly. today while i was waiting to send a box, one of the clerks there was engaging a fellow in bright, cheerful conversation as he filled out his forwarding info. asked how was his wife (used her name) and hoped that their trip to (other country town) would be healing for her. it was so quaint. and then the priest came in, italian he was and explained that someone had lied to him, and all clerks were all ears and helpful in locating his mail. it was just a nice thing. then i went to pay (Dearly) my water bill and the admin there knows who i am by sight, even though all i do is drop off my water bill once a month.
there were some aspects of this when i lived in L.A. and TO, things like the coffeeshop knowing who i was, and the guy who sold cigarettes remembering what i smoked. but the post office? not so much.
you should feign a scandal with the padre and start a raucuss!
Posted by: just a bloak | Saturday, 24 February 2007 at 11:32 PM