I really am not sure what to make of this. Whether it was sad or funny. But, it sure was perplexing when you happen to be someone who wasn’t born here.
Happened this Wednesday as we were recovering from the Blizzard of 2017.
I needed to get a proof copy of my latest book to my latest proofreader, my former colleague at CASE Communications, Patrice Bourgeois. So, I made it down to a local post office and I will NOT mention which one since I want to spare blushes and because bar one exception, I am very fond of all the local postal workers across multiple post offices.
The book was going to Glen Burnie, a suburb of Baltimore.
I was sending it Priority Mail, signature guarantee etc. etc.
So, the USPS postal worker had to enter the address into their ‘Point of Sale’ computer system. She was typing it in slowly. When she got to ‘Glen Burnie’ just for the sake of making conversation I asked her do you know where that is.
She said “no”, and then said: “MD … so it must be in Minnesota”!
I was taken back.
I politely pointed out that there is NO ‘D’, at all, at all in ‘Minnesota’ (remembering that when I came to live in Maryland, in 1985, I had thought that the State abbreviation was ‘MA’).
She then said she did NOT know.
I know there is a rigorous entrance exam to get into the USPS and they do get some training.
Plus, they do teach you the States in school.
Yes, it is true that school for her would have been some time ago. She is not as old as I, but she is not in her 20s.
I gently pointed out: Maryland, Maryland.
Ah!, was what I got.
I am puzzled. I feel BAD for her. She is very nice lady. Very kind. Maybe she had just checked out for the afternoon.
Never mind. NO HARM DONE. The computer knew exactly where MD was and the book was delivered to Patrice this noon, just as promised.
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