The guy at the Bothell post office who asked me to mail a potato
I was in line at the Bothell post office last Tuesday, just trying to send a birthday card. The man in front of me turned around, held up a single russet potato, and said, 'Do you think this needs extra postage? My buddy in Texas lost a bet.' He was completely serious. The clerk took it, weighed it, and put it in a box with a straight face. Has anyone else had a totally normal errand in town turn weird like that?