This week, I had to send out a couple important packages through the United States Postal Service. I don't often visit the Post Office, but it's always crowded when I get there.
I had several minutes to study the wokers behind the desk. They were all men over the age of 40 and they all spoke quiety and had very pleasant demeanors. None worked in a rushed manner, despite the line extending out of the door.
One man was busy setting up his station-counting money, tap-tapping the computer screen when necessary. He moved with slow, deliberate steps and you could tell he thought about everything step he was taking, to make sure that it was done correctly.
That's when I noticed...he looks like a Bridges brother. In fact, he looks like an elderly Jeff Bridges.
He moved his mouth in the same way that they do, which is so distinctive. It was amazing.
Then, as I turned around with this new revelation, I saw a girl who was good friends with my sister Emily in high school. There she stood, with her young baby in a stroller, a stranger who I hadn't seen in 10 years. She didn't look a day older. Then again, maybe I don't either.
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Did you call the postal worker "Dude" or "Duder" or "His Dudeness" or "El Duderino"?
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