I walked into a mailing establishment today to purchase a stamp and mail my car payment. This establishment shall remain nameless (it was not a post office). I walked up to the counter after being greeted by the apparent owner with a "What can I do for you, darlin'?"
"I need to buy a stamp, please."
"Alright, that'll be 55 cents."
I blinked at him. I was expecting him to laugh at his obvious and insipid joke, but I found only silence. Is it possible that he was serious? I guessed I'd better check.
"Why?"
"Because that's what I charge."
Crickets chirped.
"For a 39-cent stamp?"
"Well, I can't charge you what I pay for them!" His tone was becoming more insolent with every syllable.
Oh, right, naturally. One has to make a profit, so it's quite right that one should charge almost 50% more for a POSTAGE STAMP. What kind of profit is 16 cents?
And of course, I couldn't say any of this. Mere words of wit are no match for premeditated insanity.
musings from the journey (a girl discovering grace)
2 comments:
also no match for just the right amount of heaving bodices.
you are correct. PBS is quite a formidable opponent.
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