“Twenty-five dollars,” the clerk told me.
“That’s rather expensive!” I said. I decided I could carry it for a while.
“It’s the government!” the clerk said. “Did you know they are talking about privatizing the post office?”
Well, no, we didn’t.
“How many post offices in first world countries are privatized?” he asked. He put his index finger under his eye, the Latin sign for “Beware.” “You watch! There’s something strange going on here.” He leaned forward conspiratorially. “I think Carlos Menem wants to make the post office private so he and his buddies can send drugs through the mail without worrying about postal inspectors!”