Patron #1 starts to back up and sees my stroller and stops dead. She looks at me from her window and mouths “your stroller!” while giving me a look like I’m an idiot and have forgotten it…as though I was going to leave without it. So I get out of the car and move the stroller onto the sidewalk in front of my car. Then I get back in my car and wait for her car to leave.
Following this, Patron #2 is pulling out and not only pauses once he’s in the middle of the parking lot, but rolls down his window and says to me “Didn’t you forget something?” – pointing to the stroller. “No”, I said. “Actually, I’m just trying to get IN to the post office”. Then he rolled up his window and drove away, thinking I was some crazed stay at home mother.
Of course, once I got in there, I dealt with what you might expect – less than enthusiastic postal workers, down-trodden patrons standing in line and a mail chute completely clogged with mail from the weekend so that even though I used the automated postal machine, I still couldn’t mail my packages. And I topped it off with ugly looks from the people in line when I walked straight to the counter to hand the employee my packages which already had postage – but couldn’t fit in the clogged mail drop.
After this, I decided I had better head home. Probably better to stay within my own four walls rather than risk running into anyone else eager to help me.
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