Going Postal

I really believe that my life is being taped for some amusing television show about a near thirtysomething who flounders through her daily duties and runs into mayhem at every task. I never see these things happening to other people when I am out and about in the world.

For example, I entered the post office and there was a line of six people. I didn't have to pay for postage because it was all set to go. I decided that I was going to place my package into the big, blue postal box. I walked over to it, looked at my box, looked at the blue door to postal freedom, and realized that my box would not fit. Without even a second passing by, the large (and let me add LOUD) man behind the counter started yelling,

"Ma'am! Ma'AM!! MA'AM!!!"

By the third MA'AM, I knew that he was screaming at me. I slowly turned around and he explained (and let me add, LOUDLY) that I needed to place my box on the counter because that blue box is only for letters. It was one of those situations where everyone in the post office was staring at me, a few with smiles. A few shaking their heads because I was taking up their postal time.

I walked up to the counter, head hung low for my shame was deep. As I walked toward the door, an elderly woman said,

"That will teach you."

I wish I was kidding, but I am glad she did because it makes my life so much funnier than if she would have said nothing. I smiled at her and agreed, lesson learned.