Louder and Louder
I used to have a job at the post office in Italy. It was a trip with all these women coming in, all fired up, bragging about their husbands being a Captain or General or whatever. They’d seriously demand that I let them ship wine to their pals in the US. Like I’m gonna risk breaking federal law just ’cause their hubbies are among the many Captains stationed here.
Each time I’d tell them it’s against the law, they’d get even louder. This sort of thing would happen a couple of times every week. Man, I couldn’t wait to leave Italy.