We stood in a lineup with a package for Nana.

I watched all the people purchasing stamps.

Then at last it was our turn, so I said to the woman

who served at the counter in navy blue pants.

“Please have you the time to answer a question?

I know you are busy but I’ve just got to know.

“What’s the strange thing that every one mentions,

when buying their stamps so their letters may go?”

“What do you mean deary?” Glancing at mother.

“Its that three letter word, think GST is the one.”

“Oh that.” said the clerk and smiling at mother.

“Tell me first who the package is for, if you can.”

“It’s for my old Nana, who lives in Alberta.

A present we’re sending for her birthday, you see.”

“Well in her case.” said the woman.

“GST means – Going Straight There.

So we don’t need to worry any more you and me.”

“Thank you.”  I said quietly.  My Mom gave a smile.

“You’re welcome young lady.  Do please come again.”

 
 
David Garlick, Victoria, October, 1995