Female Post Office employee as she keys in letters on her register: "Okay, Liberia. L-I-B..."
Male customer: "...E-R-I-A. Are you always tired?"
P.O.: "Say it again."
Customer: "Do you need more energy? I never sleep anymore. Don't have to. I have more time to work. I have to stay up so I can work on my computer. Lots of reading, you know. And work. I'm shipping these pills all over the world. Brazil. Zimbabwe. Liberia."
P.O.: "So those boxes you have there are full of pills?"
Customer: "Yeah. They're all about energy. And all organic. That's my business. I sell them. I sell them all over the world. You would love them. I promise."
P.O.: "Well, you've got 50 lbs. there. And if you want to send them to, uh..."
P.O.: "Yeah, Liberia. If you want to send them there, it's gonna be $700."
P.O.: "So what do you think?"
Customer: "Why don't you help these nice people behind me in line. I've got to think about this."
The customer was stocky and slick. Flowy Hawaiian shirt, loafers, linen pants short enough to show bare ankles. The Post Office employee, whose tone never changed despite the man's hard sell, peered through gold-rimmed glasses when looking at her register screen and over them when looking at the customer.Click here for more Overheards