I was in line to pick up a parcel at the Post Office today. When the guy ahead of me got to the counter, he asked the clerk a question in a very whispered tone. The clerk shrugged his shoulders and said, “I don’t know. Ask one of the people in line.” So the guy turned around to me and asked, “How do you spell orgen?”
“Orgen?” I asked.
“Orgen, orgin.” He annunciated.
“YES! No… Not origin. Orgin? Orjen. Like… Like you have something and it’s orgeen.”
The clerk and I looked at each other and we repeated “You have something and it’s orgeen.”
“Is he trying to say orgy?” I wondered. “No. Why would he be saying that? Well what the fuck is this guy saying. Why can’t he say it?!”
“Like it’s fast. Like it must get there fast,” the guy continued to explain.
“Ooooooh! Urgent!” I got it! I win!
“That’s it,” agreed the clerk.
I felt so good. I just felt so great, like I did something very very good for this man. ” U – r -”
“It’s a U?” the man asked.
“Yep.” I nodded.” U-r-g-e-n-t.”
Then the clerk asked if he wanted to mail it priority and the guy said, “No, just regular mail.”
When he left the store he shook my hand and said, “Peace.” I told him, “Take care of yourself.”
And that’s how I saved one man’s life.