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It's all foreign to me

I am baby sitting in the UK this week so no time for the wicked.  How many people are familiar with that phrase?  I went to post my daughter-in-law's voting slip trailing a 3 year old with me of course.   I  stopped a woman with 2 young children and asked where the nearest pillar box was. She looked at my grandson and then at me with an alarmed look on her face and said, "lost, how is he lost?" 'He' waved the voting slip cheerfully while I said 'no he isn't lost, I'm looking for a pillar box.'  The woman stared at me madly, grabbed the children and rushed off.

I went into a newsagent's and asked where the nearest pillar box was. 'In the church, that's where they always put them.'  'In the church? 'I queried, not quite believing what I was hearing.  'Yes love, but you have the wrong day,  next week is polling day.'  I left the shop and wandered down the street.  I asked a man who was washing his car.  At his puzzled look I felt like saying I am speaking English honestly.  Perhap the UK has become like Romania and Bulgaria where there are  no means of posting a letter.  Finally in the town I found one but that evening I related my problems to my son.   'You left the UK in 1970.  That was probably the last time the words pillar box were used' 

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