Going Postal
I went to the neighborhood Post Office today to pick up a package. The line was made up of an unusual assortment of people, all waiting patiently. It is America's Melting Pot at its best. The line-up was as follows:
(1) A black man wearing braids and seventies jogging pants.
(2) A Buddhist monk (orange robe).
(3) A woman in her 30s wearing her black hair with two shades of blue dye in pig tails and sporting skull and crossbone socks with her black Converse shoes.
(4) A Vietnamese woman dressed professionally and talking on her cell phone with the ear piece.
(5) A Japanese student with his hair colored orange and permed to a wacky frizz, two facial piercings and a toe ring.
(6) A cute bohemian woman wearing a black spaghetti strap tank with her pale pink undershirt showing and her red bra showing.
(7) The woman who played the organ at my wedding and didn't even seem to recognize me (so I didn't say anything).
(8) A well-dressed 50-something woman wearing muted linen clothes with nary a wrinkle and brown braided slides. Her handbag, while not matchy-matchy, matched perfectly.
(9) A gay black man with shaved head, gold chain necklace and a tank top that said, "Total Package."
(10) Me, the Happy Homemaker.
I went to the neighborhood Post Office today to pick up a package. The line was made up of an unusual assortment of people, all waiting patiently. It is America's Melting Pot at its best. The line-up was as follows:
(1) A black man wearing braids and seventies jogging pants.
(2) A Buddhist monk (orange robe).
(3) A woman in her 30s wearing her black hair with two shades of blue dye in pig tails and sporting skull and crossbone socks with her black Converse shoes.
(4) A Vietnamese woman dressed professionally and talking on her cell phone with the ear piece.
(5) A Japanese student with his hair colored orange and permed to a wacky frizz, two facial piercings and a toe ring.
(6) A cute bohemian woman wearing a black spaghetti strap tank with her pale pink undershirt showing and her red bra showing.
(7) The woman who played the organ at my wedding and didn't even seem to recognize me (so I didn't say anything).
(8) A well-dressed 50-something woman wearing muted linen clothes with nary a wrinkle and brown braided slides. Her handbag, while not matchy-matchy, matched perfectly.
(9) A gay black man with shaved head, gold chain necklace and a tank top that said, "Total Package."
(10) Me, the Happy Homemaker.
Labels: Oklahoma City
posted by Jan at 2:06 PM
4 Comments:
I was ay the post office once and a guy walked in wearing a shoulder holster and two side holsters. He was wearing a total of three pistols, BUT he was wearing a bright yellow shirt that read , front & back mind you, FIREARMS INSTRUCTOR.
That's all it takes folks, a bright yellow shirt & you can walk into a Federal building packing BIG HEAT!!!!
Isn't it amazing how quiet it is in the post office line? My kids always wait til we are in line at the p.o. to ask questions about bodily functions, etc. The last time I was in the p.o., a doctor was calling his patients and talking about their medical conditions!! Of course, we all overheard because it was dead quiet in there. I was amazed, and kept trying to get his name so I could report him. Never did get it tho, cuz just then the kids started asking about where babies come from........ sandy :)
If you were in a tuneful mood, you could have passed out Coca-Colas down the line and started everybody smiling and singing, "I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing..."
HA! If only I had thought of that! Next time I'll take a cooler along with me!
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