Sometimes I don't care that I'm not the picture of culture, poise, convention. Sometimes I do. I truly would be Caroline-Ingalls-like, if I had the first notion of how to go about doing that. I suppose I could study and try really, really hard. That might make a difference. I'll think about that tomorrow.
Today, I took a couple of packages to the post office for a friend. I've engaged over-the-counter with the postmistress numerous times, but it's not like we have coffee or anything, and bear that in mind. Today she was training a new assistant. I'd requested a receipt for the postage, so I could present that to the owner of the packages, so the postmistress began filling out the receipt, while her assistant handled the packages. "What name should I put on the receipt?" the postmistress asked me.
"Oh, mine," was my reply, then I turned my attention back to the woman working with the packages.
Thankfully — I guess — I realized the postmistress was sort of frozen and was still looking at me...with a slightly pained expression on her face. "Oh! Oh!," I blurt out, then supplied my name, and I just stood there laughing at myself like a hyena, as I thought about my initial, idiotic response to her query: Mine.
When I told Charles what I'd done, he laughed. When he learned I hadn't done it on purpose, he laughed harder.
Today, I took a couple of packages to the post office for a friend. I've engaged over-the-counter with the postmistress numerous times, but it's not like we have coffee or anything, and bear that in mind. Today she was training a new assistant. I'd requested a receipt for the postage, so I could present that to the owner of the packages, so the postmistress began filling out the receipt, while her assistant handled the packages. "What name should I put on the receipt?" the postmistress asked me."Oh, mine," was my reply, then I turned my attention back to the woman working with the packages.
Thankfully — I guess — I realized the postmistress was sort of frozen and was still looking at me...with a slightly pained expression on her face. "Oh! Oh!," I blurt out, then supplied my name, and I just stood there laughing at myself like a hyena, as I thought about my initial, idiotic response to her query: Mine.
When I told Charles what I'd done, he laughed. When he learned I hadn't done it on purpose, he laughed harder.
| He is the Lord our God: his judgments are in all the earth. He hath remembered his covenant for ever, the word which he commanded to a thousand generations. Which covenant he made with Abraham, and his oath unto Isaac; and confirmed the same unto Jacob for a law, and to Israel for an everlasting covenant: Saying, Unto thee will I give the land of Canaan, the lot of your inheritance. Psalm 105:7-11 |
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