I was at the post office this morning (20, July 20105). There weren’t many people, surprisingly, just a handful of customers. The staff behind the counter were their usual self, grim, except for one girl who greeted me with a wave while I was in the short queue. Naturally, I waved back, and smiled.
None of the customers looked chirpy. Body language: Tense. No smile, nothing. Monday and hence…
Suddenly, for no absolute reason, all eyes darted here and there, leveling their stares at each other. If those stares had emitted lasers, it would have created a complex pythagorean theorem.
And then some of them looked at me, and that was followed by the theme song from “The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly” playing in my head.