Just up the road from Kara and myself, a scene from our local Post Office. I know how the bloke feels. The queues and general bad humoredness of all concerned once you get in that building would try the patience of a saint.
I love the non-reaction of all the other customers - 'Oh, a scene. . . I'm not really here . . . This isn't really happening . . . if I stare into the distance, it will all go away . . . . la la la'.
Who thought so many English people lived in Brooklyn?
