Many years ago when I was a young lad, my Grandmother wanted me to go to the Post Office with her to see if a letter had come from one of her daughters.
She was excited about getting this letter because it would have her plane tickets for her to go to her home for three months. She had been at our home for about that many months and she was getting restless to move on to visit another daughter.
Any trip anywhere with Grandmother was a challenge because you never knew what she would do to embarrass me. She thought if she could embarrass me, that she was having a little fun at my expense.
It was starting to to get old and I didn't want to go but it always seemed that lately everyone else got so busy that it only left me to be the one to go.
My dad's store was on one end of town and the Post Office was on the other end of town on the opposite side of the railroad tracks that ran through out town.
I figured that if I stayed just a little bit ahead of her that if she tried to do anything funny to embarrass me that I would be in front of her and I would not be seeing what she would be doing. We got to the Post Office without a single hitch. The Post Office sat on a hill on it's own street and it had wide white marble steps in front with a wide had rail going to the top.
Grandmother speaks up to let me know what she intends to do while I go in and check our mail box for her letter. She lets me know that she is going to have a seat on the front steps and rest while I go in and check the mail. I know this sounds simple enough, but you don't know my Grandmother, Her name should be head Prankster. The the other shoe finally fell, I am going to sit here and wait for a nice gentleman to help me up. This would have all been fine if she hadn't of let her slip show about six inches below her dress hem, knowing that this would embarrass me.
I go into the Post Office and check our mail and the box is full and I go to the window to get the mail.
Thank goodness we have an Uncle that works here and after I get the mail I ask can I talk with my Uncle Stump. He come over to the window and I explain the situation with my Grandmother and ask him can he let me slip out the back door.
Thankfully, he let me out the back door and after I get across the street I call out to my Grandmother who has found a Gentleman to help her up. Come on I've got the letter you were wanting as I waited for her to catch up to me.
I was thankful that her ticket had come and that soon she would be leaving to go and embarrass my cousins up north.
