Think back to the last postcard I had on here yesterday. This blue Stain-Glass. This is the back side.
We sent this card to ourselves.
The postmark, the stamp, or our card addressed to ourselves is the story here. The story is in my memory.
We were standing in line at the UN Post Office waiting to buy this stamp. There were about two or three people ahead of us. It was a one-window operation. The lady being waiting on was going through the available stamps picking out the ones she wanted. It was timely for us, but who cares?
Suddenly I heard a man, in front of us, with a Brooklyn accent, say, “Jesus Christ, you gonna take all day lady?”
We were shocked. In the south we only heard that kind of sentence if they were joking. This was no joke.
The window clerk did not pay the man any mind but the lady did. She got all sputtering and nervous. He repeated his rude remark.
She left, glancing at the rude man in quick looks as she walked by him.
Well, I doubt if the lady left to go buy a I ♥ NYC tee-shirt.