post office

Just got back from the Post Office – it’s almost 70F outside, very clement for November.

At the post office desk the postal clerk bloke commented on the fact that I was sending stuff to the UK:

Bloke: You’re a long way from home, aren’t you?
Me: Well this is kind of home, I’m sending stuff to family
Bloke: So are you a citizen?
Me: No, not yet anyway. Maybe in time for the next election so that I can vote as well as paying taxes.
Bloke: Sounds good. You know if you came from a third world country you’d be able to be here without paying taxes!
Me: Um… Well I pay my own way, you know?
Bloke: And we’re glad for it! It’s the American thing to do.
Me: [exits Post Office]

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