story of securing JT's passport.
I've long ago given up visits to my town's post office because of the Kafka-esque nature of communicating with the postal workers there. But, in need of stamps a few weeks ago, I rolled into another post office to secure some stamps. As I waited in line, I spotted a poster with pictures of the stamp books available, including this set of stamps that feature old-fashioned seed packets. That's right up my alley and when my turn at the desk came, I asked for a set of the seed packet-illustrated stamps. The clerk's response? "What?" And so I repeated my request. Again with the "what?" I directed the clerk's attention to the poster and asked a third time for the seed package stamps. This time, she slid another stamp package across the counter at me and announced, "I don't know what you are talking about."