I went into the post office to ask them to hold our mail. One of the clerks is my Avon customer and I usually try to go to her window. Today I greeted her with, “Hi. Amoeba is going to an algae conference and he is making me go with him, so I need to fill out a form to have you hold the mail.”
Y said, “No problem. Here is the form.” She also handed me a pen. “How long will you be gone,” she asked.
I gave her a long suffering look. “A week.”
“Oh,” she said shaking her head sadly. Looking as though she feared the answer, she asked, “Where is the conference?”
I let my shoulders sag and sighed heavily. “Hawaii,” I said.
She stared at me for a moment and then slowly raised her eyebrow. “Oh I feel so sorry for you,” she said. “Whatever will you do there? How horrid.”
I gave her the form, thanked her for her compassion, and took my leave, but I can’t help but think I sensed a bit of sarcasm in her words. I don’t believe she felt sorry for me at all!