This really started a little while ago, I mean months ago, but the best part of the story really occurred only last Friday. And I didn’t make a note of it because I was just going to forget about it all, but my friend wouldn’t let it be. See, a trailer came open here at Shady Acres, and one of my Virgo friends was looking to simplify her life, so I suggested she look into moving in. She moved this weekend. Last Friday, I accompanied her to the Post Office to get a “change of address” form. I told what to do. I explained the process. She made me (okay, so maybe I volunteered for this one) stand in line so she could speak to a living postal employee who reiterated the exact steps that I painstakingly spelled out just moments before while waiting in a long line. We stood in line for several minutes, and our lively banter had the attention of everyone around us, or so it seemed. After the nice lady at the main post office gave my Virgo friend the news, as we turned to exit the building, I was about to say something, and my friend turns to me — in front of the long line of folks — and she says, “DON’T say a word.” I recall making several gurgling noises as I tried to stifle my voice. I distinctly heard a few muffled laughs from the line. I must admit, I found the whole scene rather amusing.