I like our post office. I sometimes approach entering buildings, such as restaurants and grocery stores, with a bit of trepidation, but I've gotten quite used to going into our little post office. I may not be the most sociable person who ever walked thru their door, but I can make the occasional small talk. Everybody has always been very friendly & helpful.
Anyway, I didn't witness this conversation, so I may not have it exact. It involved a passport application. If you get behind someone dealing with a passport application chances are you're going to be standing there a few minutes. But that's ok. Its a small town, where else would you go?
Clerk: Did you git a gold form?
Elderly Man: No, I didn't git no gold form.
Clerk: Well, did you git a yallar one?
Elderly Man: No, I didn't git no yallar one.
- one minute pause while they stared at each other -
Clerk: Did you git a gold form?
Elderly Man: No, I didn't git no gold form.
Clerk: Ok, we'll just send off what you got then.
Elderly Man: Ok.
I refuse to divulge my source, although he/she/it is free to divulge his/her/itself if he/she/it so desires.
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Well, I confess, it was me who saw and heard this. Of course, I was second in line behind the two folks. And he was not THAT elderly. The best part is when they both examined all the papers again looking for the missing gold/yaller form. Wonder if it'll be sent back because of the missing form?
I love the post office if for no other reason the ponies.
And I bet there was no bullet proof glass...
Patti Anne: Ah. You're brave. Define "not that elderly".
linlah: You're gonna have to explain about the ponies in the post office.
Grace: Nope, no bullet proof glass, no security guards or anything like that.
Too funny..Git and Yallar! I thought my talk was bad with the Yall and Ya's! LOL!
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