At the post office today, the line did not look long, so I decided to stay and try and mail a small package. The scales in the lobby guessed $2.19 but I did not want to put it on the credit card, and that is the only money the machine takes. I got in line with two more grey haired ladies, and we talked about the dinosaurs we had become in the new technology age. While we waited, a clerk at the end was busy explaining to an elderly man how to update his passport. She explained loud enough for us to hear that he can just fill out this four page form on his own and send it in, but if he wanted the post office to do it for him, there would be a $25 charge on top of the $75 renewal. I think the man gave up and took the form home, and the next in line walked over to this clerk only to hear, “oh, I am not working…I am just answering passport questions”. We chuckled at the “not working” part. That seemed to describe her too well.
And while waiting in line at Walmart to return some too small slacks, an old neighbor recognized me and we got caught up on news. Then around the aisle containing dishwashing liquid, I ran into an old PTA mom. So, we chatted away and solved all the world’s problems.
Should I mention the two loads of laundry and that I actually vacuumed? Are you yawning yet? I know I am. Night.