Well, that was surreal
So I took an early lunch, and went to the post office to buy stamps and mail out the holiday cards. At the post office, there’s a little counter and the mail slots right beside the stamp machine. I bought the stamps, and moved over to the counter to stick them on the envelopes. There were approximately 2 customers in the post office. I specifically went there early to beat the lunch hour crowd that is just about inevitable in December at the post office.
I had about 7 or 8 left to stamp and drop in the slot when a guy comes up behind me. I moved over so that that I wouldn’t be in his way, and he mumbled something to me. I said “Excuse me?” and he told me “I think you should move! This isn’t an office!!!”, gesturing at my envelopes. He was way over-the-top annoyed for very little reason. And still, like 3 people in the place, and no one else trying to get to the area I was in. He dropped his letters in the slot and left, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf the whole time. Clearly, I totally ruined his day by putting stamps on envelopes. In the post office. What nerve!!!
Happy freaking holidays to you too, sir. What a dick.
Then I was sticking the last few stamps on, and two guys came up next to me, one of them doing the same thing I was. At first I didn’t pay any attention, just noticed that they were there. Then I sort of tuned in to their conversation.
Guy 1: “Yeah, I was up ’til 2:00 in the morning doing these.”
Guy 2: “How many are there?”
Guy 1: “Oh, a bunch. I’m sending one to every guy my ex-wife slept with, telling them that they’re the father of the kid and they need to send money.”
Ummm, okay. I don’t think I need any more back-story than that. They were, by the way, as serious as could be.
Really, it was a very odd experience altogether today at the post office. And sadly, I found one envelope without a recipient address. I have no idea who that was supposed to go to, unfortunately. I’ll have to try to figure that out tonight, when I can access my gmail contacts . . .