A man writing at the post office desk was approached by an older fellow with a postcard in his hand.

The old man said, “Sir, I’m sorry to bother you, but could you address this postcard for me? My arthritis is acting up today and I can’t even hold a pen.”

“Certainly sir,” said the younger man, “I’d be glad to.”

He wrote out the address and also agreed to write a short message and sign the card for the man.

Finally, the younger man asked, “Now, is there anything else I can do for you?”

The old fellow thought about it for a moment and said, “Yes, at the end could you just add, ‘P.S.: Please excuse the sloppy handwriting’?”

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A boy is writing his grandmother a letter.

His friends sees it and asks him: “Who are you writing that letter?”

“My grandma” The boy replies.

“Why are you writing so slowly?” His friend asks him.

“She can’t read very fast!”

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Paul got a part-time job at the Post Office.

He was thrilled, because he had been looking for employment for a while, without any luck.

It wasn’t long before his first day arrived, and he headed to the Post Office brimming with confidence.

The first assignment his supervisor gave him was the job of sorting the mail.

Paul separated the letters so fast that his motions were literally a blur.

His supervisor was astounded as his speed. At the end of the first day, he approached Paul..

“I just want you to know,” the supervisor said, “that I’m very pleased with the job you did today. You’re one of the fastest workers we’ve ever had.”

“Thank you, Sir,” said Paul, beaming, “and tomorrow I’ll try to do even better.”

“Better?” the supervisor asked with astonishment. “How can you possibly do any better than you did today?”

Paul replied, “Tomorrow I’m going to read the addresses!”