The Columbia Postmaster suggests, in a letter to the editor today, that we try "patronizing" our rural mail carriers.
Well, OK. I don’t feel right about it, but I’ll try:
Hey, love the car, really. With that wheel on the right-hand side, I thought for a minute it was James Bond’s Aston-Martin. Wow. And I’ve always said nothing beats an early-80s, Day-Glo green Chrysler for style. It’s just as good as one of those "official," custom-built panel trucks the fancy-pants city carriers drive. Don’t let anybody tell you otherwise.
I really don’t see how this does anybody any good, but I tried.
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Well, did the postmaster perhaps mean “to buy the goods or use the services offered by” the rural mail carriers?
Possibly. But there’s no fun in that. The usual sense and connotation of the word made his letter far more interesting to read.
But maybe I should give him a break. At least he didn’t use “impact” as a verb. Most letters of that sort — official types formally taking issue with some criticism of their agency — do (“Heavy usage of our facilities at peak periods impacts wait times upwardly…”). And that always IMPACTS me negatively. It makes me feel AT RISK of suffering bureaucratic cognitive stultification.
Excellent words!
I’m gonna have nightmares tonight-reminds me of way back,when mother nature deciced to IMPACT my wisdom teeth.The horror,the horror.