So, I’m at the post office on Church Street and I go up to the counter and I ask for 40 postcard stamps.
“Oooo. Fruit, that’s nice.”
“Yeah, and the coolest part is that, when you lick the back, they taste like the fruit they are.”
And then, a slight grin teases the corner of his mouth and he slowly and so beautifully winks at me.
I’m still giggling.