Chapter Fifteen
Poor man’s patent.
You didn't.
Oh yes I did and the first time around the lady had postmarked the stamps. By the time I got back to the truck my thumb had wiped away the ink.
Oh no.
Oh yeah. You know I have to have the envelope dated with this stuff inside to make it copyrighted!
Right.
Well, I had to go back in there. I had to request another post mark on the package to make sure it could hold up in court if it came to that.
Wasn't that frustrating? Did you not feel like it would offend the women who gave you the first postmark? You didn't feel like, maybe you were telling her how to do her job?
A little, yes. That is why when I returned to the post office I hurried up the steps before a slow old man and held the door wide open for him. He motioned with a wave, "Go on lad." But I wouldn't have it, I said, "Oh no I am going to make you work for it!" With this the man began climbing at a pace barely exceeding that of a three toed sloth! When he got to the top he breathed a heavy, "Phew! You go ahead son, you've done your job." I told the guy as I stepped in front of him, "There's always time to grow young again through exercise." With that, I moved forward and told the cashier on my second visit, "You're the best of the best! I owe ya one," and I am trying to return the favor by including her name in this book.
What was her name?
Vicki.
That's it?
Yeah.
I bet that old codger loved you!
Yeah right, I sense a bit of sarcasm there.
You youngins' always seem to think you know what is best for us older folk.
No. No. No. It's not that!
It's exactly that! You think evolution will somehow catch up to itself.
Well....
Let me tell you boy, RESPECT YOUR ELDERS!
I know that.
Perhaps I only bring it up because the longer one lingers in life, the more attuned one becomes.