breaking the 'no pun' ordinance

Saturday morning found me standing in queue at the Post Office. Even with my sunglasses on the place seemed overly bright probably to negate the surly attitude of U.S. post employees forced onto a weekend shift.

I stepped up to the counter to give postal worker "Washington" my manifesto to be sent off. He smiled at me when I pushed my glasses on top of my head. After completing the task, I gave him the small pink slip that said that they tried to deliver something to me earlier in the week but I wasn't there to receive it.
He squinted at the number.
I tried to assist him by explaining it was probably a pretty big box he would be looking for because it was a chair.
"A chair?" he asked.
I responded yes and with pre-emptive embarrassment, I described a chair that was "ummm - shaped like a hand."
Washington grinned broadly, "so YOU are the one with the giant hand chair!"

Upon notifying me that it wasn't in a box, just wrapped in plastic and people were taking turns sitting in the damn thing, he called everyone in back to come out and look at the girl who bought the giant hand chair. It was like I was on exhibit in a zoo exclusively for post office workers.
Washington told me to meet him at the side door where he would roll it out in a cart.
I met him in the hallway and due to the plastic being slippery, he and I struggled a bit to get it out of the cart. Once I had secured my grip I headed towards the door.
I turned around and said, "Hey Washington, thanks for giving me a hand."
He laughed out loud and said, "Oh girl, you are so cra-zay!"