The old man at the post office.

I step out of my car at the post office and walk towards the doors. An older gentleman — grey hair, crooked teeth, wearing glasses with another pair of large sunglasses over them — exits and walks up to me like I’m his long lost friend…

“That’s the first time I’ve ever read anyone’s mail!”

(I smile) What?

“It had-had our address on it! I just thought-thought it was the wife’s! — But it WASN’T!”

Well it’s too bad it wasn’t money!

“I had-had to turn it in! I feel so embarrassed. They say-say they’re gonna send it back to the sender!”

(I nod)

And he just walks off towards his car wearing his double-double glasses.

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