Going postal at the post office

If you know me, then you know that generally I am in a pretty good mood, even when I should be in a bad one.

So today I go be bopping into the post office to mail some presents....

And walk into a possible situation . There was another customer there and she was really, really mad. I mean, she was pissed, at a man named Larry. She was in the front of the line and I was behind her. Apparently she did something wrong and had to go and fix it. Then she started to scream, like Bette Meddler mixed with a banshee, mixed with the mean mom from goonies and she looked like she could go bear wrestling with a switch....

" Larry! This is all your fault. We have to start all over again."

Larry was meek and ashamed and I am guessing more than a little mortified.

I was then told by the post man that I needed to pack up my packages myself, so I headed back to where she was, cheerful but hoping she was unarmed for Larry's sake.

Then I heard:
"I can't tape this Larry. No don't you dare help me!!!! I can't do it."

Now, my natural inclination was to go and help her and I was about to and then I took one look at her and she looked at me and I decided, better not.

She then huffed up to the counter and said to the mail lady "do you know who the meanest, most stubborn , most annoying people are?" The lady did not.

"Red headed people-- and the darker the red the more terrible they are."

I looked around. Just me. No back up carrots. And there is no way that lady knows me well enough to know that. Then she started in on how red heads are from England and you can tell where from in England by the shade of red.

I realized she was crazy, of course. I am not from England.

what do you get...

When you take a 3 year old little girl in a size 12-18 month Mexican dress, a some what carelessly left out stepladder, and a windchime?



joy and mischief...