Yarnspinner, your post reminded me of a woman I saw at the post office a few weeks ago.
We live in a very small town (~1800.) I was behind an older woman who had a package to go out. The post office worker is our local postmaster and rather new. Not sure where he's from though, but I've never seen him before.
Woman: Do you know the address of Betty Lastname?
Woman: Can't you just look it up in your computer? (Not sure what magic kind of computer she thinks he has. Or why she couldn't have looked in the phone book before arriving...)
Postmaster: No, I' sorry.
Woman: Well, I know she lives by the, ah, the, you know, that place on the west side of town, um, oh yeah, she lives by the laundromat...:::ponders for several moments, muttering to herself about the exact location::: (Not sure why she couldn't just drop her letter off if she knows where this woman lives...it was only a couple blocks from the PO.)
Postmaster: Is there someone you can call to find out the address?
Woman: I suppose I could call her children when I get home to find out...I wonder where my address is...
Postmaster, sighing: I'll take it. MarySue will know who you mean.
There's always a good SS story to be had from the PO. Mostly because it is a small town. Probably 90% of the people in town leave their cars running while they run in to get their mail. (Most people in town have a PO Box, since we don't get offered home delivery.) Once I was there and the woman in front of me got a phone call. She stepped out of line and around the corner to take it. Which wasn't the
part was that she left her billfold on the desk (intentionally, as she had been about to start a transaction). It was a Coach billfold and had bills sticking out the sides. And her SUV was outside with the engine running. Only in a small town I guess!