Some of this is true

1 February 2008

I needed stamps, so I got my bike out of the garage, putting my purse and letters into the little box on the back. The box that now smells of horse poo. To get to the post office I have to cross the main road. So I looked left and a few vehicles were coming around the bend; I wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it across comfortably in front of them. I looked right and a big stream of traffic was coming down the road, led by a lorry. I preferred to let the traffic pass, so I stood on the pavement with my bike, waiting. The lorry coming down from my right reached me … and stopped to let me cross. I couldn’t do so without being mown down by the traffic from my left, but that too, led by a van, stopped to let me across the road. Mrs Post Office was very bitter when I told her about the miracle of the helpful lorry drivers. “It must be a particularly good hair day,” I joked. “That’s not fair,” she complained, “Nobody ever stops for me! What’s more, this letter you’ve just handed me smells of horse poo. Who’d stop for someone who has pooey letters? This is typical of the youth of today. Get the hell out of my post office!”