Ned and Pons meet at a Post Office.
Ned: Howdy, Pons. What brings ya to the after office.
Pons: I've got to mail these -- Wait. After office?
Ned: Yeah, Pons. I was readin' a crossword puzzle answer sheet and it said that the meanin' a the word POST was AFTER.
Pons: Well, sure, Ned, but --
Ned: Y'know they print them answers upside down.
Pons: Okay, Ned, but the meaning --
Ned: It was hard ta read and my neck hurts now.
Pons: Huh?
Ned: So they prob'ly call this buildin' the POST office 'cause it comes after the doctor's office right dere. Ned points to the chiropractic clinic next to the post office.
Pons: Sighing Okay, Ned. You're probably right.
Ned: I was goin' ta check it out witta guy what runs the after office here ta fairyfi I'm right.
Pons: Wincing Well, Ned. You could, I suppose, but that might be a government secret. He or she might lose their job if you were to find that out.
Ned: Well I'll be cool 'bout it. Pons. I ain't no newbie at keepin' gov'ment secrets.
Pons: How's that?
Ned: I came to the after office when I was eighteen and got that there electric service form and filled 'er out.
Pons: Selective service?
Ned: No, I thunk he treated me fair as the next guy.
Pons: What does that have to do with keeping secrets, Ned?
Ned: Well I tolta guy I was a high school gratchit. He said that I keep that a pretty good secret. I ain't never tolt nobody since.
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