At the Unionville post office Saturday morning, the line was steadily lengthening as the customer at the counter took her time selecting stamps. First she peered at the different stamp designs in the display case and finally asked for some that showed trees, even though she complained that the number of stamps on the sheet wasn't to her liking.
After the clerk handed them to her, she rejected them, saying they looked prettier in the display case. Weren't there any stamps that were more exciting? she asked.
I looked at the man behind me. He rolled his eyes and muttered, "Exciting."
I was so busy trying not to laugh that I didn't even notice which stamps the customer eventually chose -- if she did.