So I'm standing in the lobby, waiting to talk to a friend of mine who works there, when this large old man (LOM) walks in. He strides up to the counter. and the ever-cheerful, always helpful receptionist (ECAHR) asks in she can help him.
LOM: "Yeah. I work for the Post Office, and yesterday I didn't go into work because it snowed...I don't do that...nope...don't do it. So now I need a letter from you all because they say that they're going to mark me as AWOL for the day unless you give me a letter that say that the roads were impassable."
(By way of background, we'd gotten a little bit of snow the day before that one. It had stopped by 8PM, it was only an inch or so, and the roads were all perfectly clear by the next morning.)
ECAHR: "I'm sorry, sir. We don't do that."
LOM: "Oh yes you do."
ECAHR: "No, sir. We don't."
LOM: (wagging his finger at her) Now before we get to arguing over this, let me set you straight right now. You people have done it before for me, twice!"
ECAHR: "Who did that, sir?"
LOM: (Gives last name of the previous sheriff...the one who left office a year ago.)
ECAHR: "Well he's not the Sheriff any more, sir. And I'm not doing it."
LOM: (turns around and stomps towards the door.) "You can go to Hell then!"
ECAHR: (waving.) "Have a nice day."
Whatever happened to "Neither rain nor snow nor gloom of night..."? I'm thinking that Benjamin Franklin would be disappointed in this guy. But then Dr. Franklin never had to deal with parasitical unions like this guy undoubtedly belongs to.
Such is life in Dueling Banjo country.