The line at the post office is predictably long, but everyone is being patient and quietly waiting their turn without complaint.
One woman, however, has decided that this small waiting area, with its gray, dingy walls and cement floor, its hard, reflective surfaces perfect for amplifying sound - this place is the ideal place to make her phone call.
“Well I told her what the caterers would charge... haha, yeah I know, but what about Thursday?” she says, full voice, as if she were in the privacy of her own home.
“I mean, why?” she continues, asking the question that everyone in the room except her is asking right this moment.
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