Post office, 34th Street, Manhattan around noon on Wednesday.
A postal service clerk says to a customer: ‘I’m not going to help you. You have a rabbit ass brain.’
‘A what?’ the customer asks. A man in his thirties with a rather long beard.
‘You heard me,’ the clerk says, ‘a rabbit ass brain.’
The customer moves to the next window. ‘Are you willing to help me?’ he asks the clerk.
A nice encounter in the post office on a winter day.