It Must Be Something in the Water
Same day, same town as previous post. This time, at the post office, whereupon completing the addition of postage to my stack of parcels, the clerk notices my return address is in Maryland and asks me why I am not using a local address. I pointed out the window to the RV, and said 'I'm traveling out of state.' While that explanation would satisfy 99.9% of the population, not so this clerk. This clerk furrows his brow, and hestitates, and then stands there shaking his head. 'You've got to have a local address.' (Do these people not have to pass an exam or something before being put in front of customers?) So I asked him, 'all those millions of people traveling away from home on any given day, including businessmen and women, what exactly do they do when in need of postal services?' He raises his eyebrows, thinks a moment, nods his head yes, finally 'getting it.' 'Exactly' I replied, and before I could stop myself, whipped out my credit card and drivers licence. I waited for the barrage of questions sure to follow now, but the clerk did not even bat an eye at my South Dakota driver's licence.