You've Got Mail

Phew! It's barely 9am and I have seen and heard more of the world today than I care to. And all I've done is go to the post office -- that place is hopping at 8:30 in the morning!

1st - I walked in to see a long line and at the front of that line was a crying, screaming baby, an older woman trying to make a transaction and a little boy running around. Crazy! Until she goes to leave, and I see that it's the sweetest grandma/lady in my ward (for those who know - it was Paulette) who is struggling to manage her grandkids. And being the doll that she is, as she is about to exit the double doors, she turns around and yells, "Thanks for all your help, everyone!"

2nd - An elderly lady is the next at the clerks window and while she is learning about the difference in overnight, standard, and express mail - a mother just behind her with three darling kids notices poor Paulette left her wallet at the clerks window. This mother grabs the wallet and makes it out to the car in time to save Paulette some time and worrying. How nice was that?!?

3rd - About the time that the lady with three kids makes it to the clerk's window a 'fascinating' woman on a cell phone gets in line. I enjoyed her phone conversation. "Well, that's because you're an alcoholic . . . ," " You need to get help," "I could put you on my credit account." The kicker was when she was able to go to another line to pick up her mail. . . "Hi, I need to pick up my mail it's not been delivered for a month," "I didn't do what?", "But my tax check is in that mail!" "My kid's medicaid cards are in there and my daughter is sick at home!" "I'll have to wait another week? This is a @#!@#! stupid!". She then left and got in her much-nicer-than-mine car -- she didn't drive off, I saw her red face as she probably ranted and raved at her alcholic ex-husband on the phone.

4th - Just as I was leaving a sweet little old lady got to the counter and started to tell that clerk all about her package she was sending to "little Johnny". I grabbed Emma's hand, told her to stop trying to pet the scary little dog someone had in line and we made a quick trip to Harts, next door, where I purchased 64 ounces of Diet Coke to reward myself for making it through the post office.

P.S. To the older gentleman who stood in the enormous line just to purchase twenty-five, one cent stamps . . . . You could've put your quarter in the machine in the lobby and been in and out of there in 1/10th the time!

P.P.S. Apparently I could've purchased my stamps on line - but then I would've missed all the little stories of the people this morning. I wonder what they thought of me with Emma and my 10 envelopes all addressed to beer companies. . . . .