I was in the post office last month to purchase some stamps. The post office is small and is really an adjunct to a larger building elsewhere. Behind the counter stood the postman and facing him was a woman who was in the midst of making her life uncomfortable.
In front of me was this gentleman who was middle aged and wearing a t-shirt that said: “Police Emergency”. He was a burley man, a little overweight and about 5’ 9”.
The lady was in the middle of her harangue-
“What is it with you New Yorkers, always in a hurry, no smiles on your faces?”
The postman says: “I don’t know ma’am. I…
The Police fellow then speaks up:
“All yuz people come here ta live and breathe our ear and then try to tell us how we should live!”
The lady-“Well… I… you know…”
The Police fellow: “Why don’t you leave? Just l-e-e-v-e, leave.”
He then looks at me for support and says: “right?”
Me: “Yes sir, just l-e-e-v-e, leave!”
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