At the Post Office:
Me: Good morning. I’d like five 80 cent priority stamps please.
Man behind counter: I’ll see. (Wanders off)
Me: (Drums fingers. Looks at scraps of paper on counter. Glances at watch.)
MBC: (Wanders back.) We don’t have any.
Me: (Voice a tad squeaky, incredulous.) You don’t have any? Stamps, at the Post Office?
Me: What should I do?
MBC: Bring the letters here and I will put a stamp on.
Me: But I don’t have time to come to the Post Office most days. I have to work. Today is a holiday for me. That’s why I can come to the Post Office.
Me: Don’t you have any other stamps? Like, say, a 50 cent and a 30 cent?
MBC: (Thinks hard. Patient with moron.) I have stamps for 1 euro.
Me: Why should I pay 1 euro when the cost is 80 cents?
Me: Thank you. (Turns on heel, exits.)