In an old Bits and Pieces magazine the story is told of an old Texas woman named Mamie Adams. She always went to a branch post office in her town because the postal employees there were kind and friendly.
One year just before Christmas Mamie went there to buy stamps and the lines were particularly long. Someone pointed out that there was no need to wait in line because there was a stamp machine in the lobby. “I know,” said Mamie, ‘but the machine won’t ask me about my arthritis.” Continue reading
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