I mailed out my dad’s birthday present today. His birthday was September 21st. I’m a horrible child. I sent my mother’s birthday (May) and mother’s day gifts to her in August. I’m an awful child. There is always a reason. With both, my initial reason was that I didn’t have anything to put them in. Mom’s gift was long and fragile. I couldn’t find a box that would accommodate it. Dad’s gift (which I bought in June so I think of these things well in advance) just needed a photo mailer but it took me a while to get to Target and pick one up. Then I ordered a whole bunch of photos of Sabrina from Snapfish. I wanted to wait for them to arrive so I could send some. I’m just a horrible kid.
I’m the one you see in the UPS store on December 23rd willing to pay $275 to get $100 worth of gifts to Texas by Christmas. I don’t know why I do this. It’s really quite sad.
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The downtown post office I use is in an office building of sorts (there is also a little restaurant with a kick ass BBQ chicken burrito…but that’s another story). I left the post office area and decided to quickly duck into the ladies room to wash my hands. I stuck my head down the wrong short hallway looking for the ladies room.
In the background, I can hear the coat check guy “security” guard saying “Can I help you ma’am” to someone.
There were a dozen people around and I was no where near him so I figured he was talking to someone else. I continued wandering down the main hall (this is a very public area so not like I was intruding on NSA secret wire tapping sessions) and he starts saying “Hey lady! What are you, deaf? Quit ignoring me.”
I realized he was talking to me so I looked over at him. I’ve already spotted the ladies room at this point and don’t appreciate him screaming at me across the hall. And am I deaf? Who is this guy? Archie Bunker? I gave him a small smile and said “I am fine. Thank you.”
He yells “Quit ignoring me. I said ‘can I help you?’ Now what are you looking for?”
I dropped the smile and was less friendly but replied “I was looking for the ladies room. I see it. Thank you.”
He yells after me “Hey! No reason to be rude.”
As Carla would say…And scene.