Monday, November 26, 2007

There Is Nothing In The World Like Good Music

Ryan at the post office today. (The post office, let it be known, is in a town of 3,000. Furthermore, Ryan walked once to the post office only to be turned away because the tellar was on break for an hour and a half. Then he walked again, after work. In the dark. Rain. Cold rain.)

Ryan: I have this to send.
Tellar: Ah, Charlottesville.
Ryan: I want to send it overnight if that's a possibility.
Tellar: It is not.
Ryan: . . .
Tellar: Do you want to send it First Class, or another class?
Ryan: Whichever is the most fast class.
Tellar: First Class.
Ryan: . . .
Tellar: Thomas Jefferson was from Charlottesville, right?
Ryan: Yes he was.
Tellar: Monticello.
Ryan: Have you been there?
Tellar: Nope.
Ryan: Well, it's nice.
Tellar: Long way to go for 'nice', isn't it?
Ryan: . . .
Woman Behind Ryan: Is there any way that you guys can hurry up? I'm late for Lamaze.


Blogger Stanley said...

Did you send us wine?! If so, I'll gladly overlook that variant spelling of "teller".

26/11/07 11:47 PM  
Blogger The Neoskeptic said...

ryan returns in a few weeks, no?

jingle boyz reunion!?

27/11/07 8:59 AM  
Blogger Stanley said...

That would be fun. I wonder if Ryan's going to be all hippie-jam from living in Oregon.

27/11/07 4:41 PM  
Blogger Ryan said...

In Oregon, we spell 'teller' with an 'a'

27/11/07 7:43 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Did you also tell them that they can send overnight in Charlottesville? Also, if I only seem to be interested in your wine and nothing else, does that mean I get some.

Hope the beard looks good! Go Browns

27/11/07 11:24 PM  

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