Op shop on wednesday

Is our local Post Office the last one with a full set of phone books? (see below)

In the op shop almost next door to the Post Office, I find the second volume of Jimmy Barnes memoirs. I am happy as I have just finished the first volume which was harrowing but I want to keep going. The volunteer tells me that she had just donated that book herself and her life had been much worse than anything Jimmy Barnes can brag about. I didn't think he was bragging, only sharing, but opinions vary. Anyway, she tells me her story and it is, indeed, truly awful. Alcoholic father. Eight dysfuntional siblings. Oh boy. That's just the start. She caps off her review by saying 'and besides, Jimmy Barnes screeches and I sing properly.' By this stage she is helping me decide on the purchase of a new coat and she gives me more consideration than a bespoke tailor. That's the point, I think. A real tough life. And here she is at lunchtime on a Wednesday volunteering in an op shop and giving a stuff about whether or not the sleeves of a stranger's coat are too long for another stranger. Sheer grace.