I entered the Post Office, unsure of what kind of people I would have to pick from to ask my question. As I surveyed the lobby, there stood Ron, looking somewhat bored and very approachable. I asked him if he could help me with something, which he probably thought was related to Post Office functions.

It took him a few seconds to come up with an answer as he stared off in to space to contemplate.

"Hmmm......X-Ray vision to see what our enemies are doing behind brick walls." The more I talked with him, the more appropriate his answer became. I asked if he would use his power to spy on friends or just to have fun, but he respectfully said no. I then asked if he was a political man and he said, "Not at all."

As he read and re-read the Personal Release form, his skepticism grew by the second. To maintain his privacy he denied writing down his last name or any other information on the Personal Release form. Here's the irony, though; he asked to write down my driver's license number, my full name, and my full address, which I let him do. So much for my privacy!

When it was picture taking time, I asked if he wanted to do mine first or his. He wanted to take mine first, so I let him. As I took his picture, he actually said "say cheese" to himself which I thought was funny.

Ron seemed like a very nice man who had probably worked for the Post Office for a long time. His distrust was something that probably just came with his age, where my complete trust (and maybe ignorance) comes with my age. So, maybe I shouldn't have let him write down my license number, but at least my address has changed.