The Postal Queue
In the long line at the post office on Kings Highway in the Brooklyn district, a bored elderly Russian-speaking woman stood. Behind her stood a young man, also Russian-speaking, with a short haircut and a trendy style. The grandmother, who did not speak English, asked the young man how to properly send federal and state income tax. He responded, "Let's just buy two stamps from the machine, why stand in this long line?" He immediately realized he had cursed unintentionally but to his surprise, the old woman smiled, and nobody around them understood what they were saying anyway. It was their little secret.
© Copyright: Михаил Салита, 2023
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