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Another postal encounter
As some of you may remember a while ago at the post office I was mistaken for Aragorn.
The times I’ve been back since then different people have been working the desk.
But, today it was that familiar face.
I put the envelope down on the scale.
“Is it food?”
“No.”
“Is it liquid?”
“No.”
“Is it perishable?”
“No.”
“It is hazardous?”
“It’s a song book and CD of sea shanties,” I said.
“It is hazardous?” he repeated.
“Only if you are a bad singer,” I said.
He looked up and me.
“I doubt there is any danger to postal employees,” I said.
He stared a me a bit longer.
“Do you need it there tomorrow?” he asked.
“No rush,” I said.
The four people in line behind me seemed happy that was the end of it.
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