At the Post Office, Praying for Delivery

Dear Diary:

On a recent Monday morning, I rush to the post office on Roosevelt Island to send a birthday card to a friend in Argentina.

Worried that the card might not arrive on time for her birthday, I asked the employee: “Sir, do you know how long it takes for the card to get there? My friend’s birthday is on Friday.”

He thinks a minute and responds very seriously, “Well, since the pope is an Argentine and if you believe in God, there will be a miracle and the card will get there on time.”

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