I needed to drop off a package to the local post office when an antic thing occurred. Two men walked up to me, one flashed me a badge as if a dignitary and the other began to ask me to help them with a secret sting operation. I was not told any other details but I had agreed to help them, gratifying them. I walked into the post office and went through the line and waited for the older man behind the counter to finish with his customer.
“May I help the next person in line?” The man called. I walked up to the counter and gave him my package. And I read his name tag, Burt. “Will this be all for you ma’am?”
“Actually, could I get a book of stamps?” I spoke making sure this would set myself up for the line the two men told me to say to Burt. He
“May I help the next person in line?” The man called. I walked up to the counter and gave him my package. And I read his name tag, Burt. “Will this be all for you ma’am?”
“Actually, could I get a book of stamps?” I spoke making sure this would set myself up for the line the two men told me to say to Burt. He