Postcard
A woman writing at the post office desk was approached by an older fellow with a post card in his hand. The old man said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but could you address this post card for me? My arthritis is acting up and I can't even hold a pen."
"Certainly, sir," said the young woman. She wrote out the address and also agreed to write a short message and sign the card for the man. Finally, the woman asked, "Now, is there anything else I can do for you?"
The old fellow glanced at the card a moment and said, "Yes, at the end could you just add, 'PS: Please excuse the sloppy hand-writing?"
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