Not On My Dime

 Seldom do I run errands to the post office. I, like others, order things on-line, and use e-mail way tooooo much! However I love the post office, beautiful stamps, weighing my little parcels, people watching, yes it is a fascinating place. I prefer them to have an old wooden floor, and a similar smell of the library, but that has long gone. So a few days ago( it could have been a month, I'm on retirement time, and that means no clocks, or calendars!) ( I love to clarify, when it doesn't matter!) continuing on, I had two big envelopes to mail to my grandchildren. Back to school treats were headed their way, and a chance to buy the newest stamp, a fun mini trip I had planned. OF COURSE, there has to be a kink in my chain.

I arrive with a skip in my step, mail in hand, looking at the stamps through the glass shadow box, when I heard an elderly (probably 50!!!) man ask for the manager, boss of the mail room. Damn it, not on my dime, are we going to have a bad confrontation, especially when I am next in line!!! I refuse to let somebody that is having a bad day take us all out!!! So I start looking to see if he has a gun, nothing. He seems to be leaning into this postman's space, and talking in a whisper, LORD!!! I begin to look in my purse for a weapon, I had a metal fingernail file, that would have to do. At that time, two other post-people come out from the back, and I hear the man say something to the effect that his mailbox lid is never shut properly. For the love of Jesus, people have way too much time on their hands, how bad could this be?? So he was ranting and one post-person said maybe he could put a magnet on the lid, when they opened another lane, NEXT, which was me. How am I suppose to look at stamps, and pick the perfect ones, with this Cra-Cra man still going on, and my post-person was acting a little snippy!!! I leaned over, and loud enough!! said, " Looks like you all may be having a bad day, but I wasn't until I walked in here, and I'm holding a finger nail file, so be nice!" He handed me my Finding Nemo stamps, and some with trees on them, plus mailed my gifts.

Yes the man was still in conversation about how to open and close a mailbox, and my nails were filed to perfection!!!