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.

5 Comments:

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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