I wish you had told me last week, Smoked!
How could I know? I consider you responsible for my misery.
After about 45 minutes, I actually sat down on the floor. It was humid and hot down there and I felt I was going to faint. Then a woman came and told me to get up. I said that I needed to rest. "So, you expect me to get a chair for you?" she said. I told her I just wanted to sit on the floor. "You can't do that!" she said. I was wise enough not to tell her that I actually was doing what she said I couldn't do.
She then turned a "Stand up!" comedian and asked me if "You can't stand any more? Or you can't stand it anymore?" She was very pleased with that joke, I think. But the other people in the line didn't applaud.
She was about to kick me, I think, but I got up before she did. In general, everyone in NYC was very nice and I got along very well with them. We (wife Karin and I) even got invited as guests at the MoMA so we didn't need to stand in the very long Friday ticket line. What a difference! US Mail should be ashamed of themselves.
And you need to be more responsible in the future, Smoked. Leaving me in NYC without warning me about the Mail! What will be next?
Gunnar Englund
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Half full - Half empty? I don't mind. It's what in it that counts.