Zip Code: 90210

I enjoy meeting new people. Waiting in line at the post office has, in the past, proven to be a great spot for that. If, however, I don't happen to converse with a stranger eavesdropping on their conversation is the next best thing. The other day I was behind a couple of good ol' boys. Both of them spoke with a bit of a country twang, "You know, you would think they would have pens to use at a post office." The one began. You know, it's amazing to watch a conversation evolve from pens into, tvs, whats made in America, motorcycles, death, music, and then finally the cds that he was at the post office to mail. "Look at this, I'm mailing these cds to my daughter in 90210. Isn't that somethin else? When she was a kid taking dance lessons we never gave it much thought."

Let's pause here for just a second. Hearing the zip code 90210 conjures up images from that terrible 90's tv show by the same name. I couldn't help but to think, "Are there any cheap houses in that zip code?" I saw the mans envelope and sure enough, it said Beverly Hills, 90210.

Now, back to the story. "Yea, my daughter called me the other day and said hey why don't ya put the bike in storage and I'll fly you out to LA. I told her I'm takin the bike. I'll see ya in 3 days." And then, it was that fellows turn to mail his envelope. It was like a cliff hanger. Who is this mans daughter. As he was leaving he turned around, as if he just realized what I was thinking and said, "Yea, my daughter is Carmen Electra."