Postcards from the Funny Farm

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Yesterday before our “date,” my wife and I had to mail out some packages so we went into the little post office by our house. It was 3:59 and the sign clearly said CLOSED at 4. We felt extremely lucky to have made it under the line. A tiny woman threw some keys to me and said, could you lock the door? I did, and then we saw why. Person after person tried opening just as we did earlier with different results.

I looked at the small woman running the counter and serving the line of 5 or 6 people we were in and saw her name tag said “Soon.” I started daydreaming, as I am wont to do, and imagining what type of ethnicity such an odd name was. My wife was was getting impatient and spoke out harshly, “When is she going to finish with that person!!” I saw my “LOL” opportunity and even at that moment imagined blogging about it (oh no!). I said to my wife:

“Rather than answer that for you, I think her name tag says it all.” Then my wife read her name tag and chuckled.

Speaking of chuckled, we saw “I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry” at the mall theater then had Italian food and a bottle of wine in Apple Valley last night. Needless to say, no one we have talked to since the post office has thought my “Soon” joke was as funny as we did, especially over the bottle of White Zin!