Lady at the post office today:
Lady: Ok, your total is $5.49. Do you want delivery confirmation?
Guy: Sure.
Lady: Ok, I just need your John Henry right here.
Me: (standing behind the guy signing to myself…)
When John Henry was a little bitty baby
Sitting on his daddy’s knee
Well, he picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel
He said This hammer’s going to be the death of me Lawd, Lawd
This hammer’s going to be the death of me!
Methinks she meant John Hancock, signer of the Declaration of the Independence and famous for his bold flourishing signature. At any rate, I had a good laugh on the way home imagining someone trying to sign their “John Henry” on the post office counter with a railroad spike and a hammer.
cant believe you still rember that song josh. seems like yesterday. i imagine the postal clerk would be upset if you damaged their counter love dad