~“Failure to Communicate”~

Published: Thursday, February 21, 2013 at 12:03 PM.

The lady behind the long counter started helping me with my tag, but then – she asked me for my driver’s license. I gave her my expired license and of course she told me, “Your license is expired!”

I said, “Yes Ma’am, I came in back in November to get it renewed and it never came in the mail.”

Then she asked me, “Have you checked with your postal carrier?”

I said, “No Ma’am.”

However, when I said it, this picture of my mailman, “Mike,” popped into my head. Mike is wonderful, he’s nice to my dogs, he wears shorts in the dead of winter and always waves at me. He would remind you of “Cholla,” the leader of the motorcycle gang, “The Black Widows” in the movie, “Every Which Way But Loose,” starring Clint Eastwood.

But you just don’t ask Mike the Mailman questions. You just don’t mess up his system.

As I was in a trance thinking about the absurdity of asking Mike about my driver’s license, the lady left me standing there at the counter. She walked around a while behind the counter with the other folks “helping” people. It was late in the day and she seemed as if she had been dragging two 100 pound bags of feed around the barn all day.

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