A fragile and frail senior citizen stood in the line at the post office, a line that wound its way almost to the front door. A concerned customer behind her said, as he pointed to a stamp machine built into the far wall, “Ma’am, you must be getting very tired. Did you know there’s a stamp machine over there in the corner? “Why yes, thank you dear,” the elderly lady replied, “but I’ll just wait here a little while longer. It’s nearly my turn now.”
The good Samaritan became almost insistent. “But, it’d be so much easier for you to avoid this long line if you’d buy your stamps from the machine.” The kind old woman patted him on the arm, and answered, “Oh I know that, sweetie, but that machine on the wall would never ask me how my grandchildren are doing.”
