Dear County Agent Guy:
I recently stopped at the post office to mail a few packets. This is something that would normally take only a few minutes, but it consumed nearly half an hour and caused my wife to suffer some undue alarm.
It wasn’t the post office’s fault. As I approached its exit, a vaguely familiar face hovered before me.
It took a moment for the memory synapses to click. “Mr. Schrader?” I asked. “Is that you?”
I…