(Sid Lee, photographed by Paul Barbera. There's something intriguing about all-black walls.)
I'm at the post office counter today, in the middle of asking about such-and-such shipping, when another postal worker scrambles up to the counter beside me.
"Look," she whispers to postal worker No. 1 – the one who was, a second before, helping me. Postal worker No. 1 looks confused.
"Look....behind...me," postal worker No. 2 quietly demands.
"I don't see anything," insists No. 1.
"Look straight behind me. Look who's here."
No. 1 finally sees who she's talking about. And then the two of them get all giggly and flustered. It's like they're both thirteen again, dizzy over the popular boy who just walked into their homeroom.
I didn't want to ruin their fun, so I didn't turn around to look. But if I had to guess what the popular-boy equivalent would be for a couple of over-the-hill postal workers, I'd guess this: he looks dashing in blue, he's terribly good at sorting, and he always uses the right amount of postage.