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Wednesday 7/6 

I go to the post office to pick up my mail that I had held for a month while I was at the beach. A little girl with pinned up braids is making a very loud high pitched screech while her mother fills out a form. I’m impressed by her high soprano early Joni birdsong.


The guy at the counter next to me asks me if I have change for a hundred dollar bill - which reminds me of the Tallulah Bankhead joke - she’s in a toilet stall and knocks on the wall and asks the woman next to her .. Daaaaaarling ... can you spare some toilet paper? There isn’t any in here. Her neighbor says she’s all out too and TB says- in that case, do you have two fives for a ten? 


The woman comes back with my mail and it’s a very scrawny parcel. 80 % of it is Fios ads. I say to her - wow, I’m really not popular - she answers - looks that way. 

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  1. GaryJuly 20, 2022 at 1:36 PM

    Both stories are pretty funny. if it makes you feel any better, most of my snail mail is advertising. I think that's true for most.

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