I was in line at the Unionville post office the other day and a very frazzled young man was talking on his cell phone. From what I could gather, a friend in Florida needed to have a cell phone shipped to him, and somehow the phone was not in this young man's possession, and his car wasn't working, so he needed to be picked up ... it was all very confusing. At one point he turned to the woman behind him in line and asked abruptly, "What post office is this, Avondale?"
She stared at him, left a perfectly timed little pause and said in an icicle-laden voice, "Unionville."
Then she turned and looked at me incredulously as if to say: Imagine, not knowing you're in Unionville!
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