A good friend landed in a public speaking nightmare.
He had agreed to address a convention of toastmasters who lead local public speaking clubs.
When he arrived a few minutes early for the event, he met with his friend who had arranged the speech.
That’s when disaster struck.
He discovered that the audience was not toastmasters, but postmasters who run local post offices.
He frantically tried to organize a speech in his head while his friend introduced him.
Then he took the stage, mic in hand, postmasters staring at him.
What could he possibly do?
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