I just came back from the Post Office in the Junction. I hit it at the wrong time today because the line was out the door. In line in front of me were two young ladies who absolutely reeked of marijuana smoke. No judgment. I can totally relate as my trips to the Post Office often leave me with the urge to drink bourbon. I've never thought of getting blotto BEFORE my visit. I suppose they had the same idea, just executed differently.
So anyway, just as we were getting up to the counter I noticed that the package they were apparently there to mail was in a Fex Ex box and one of the women had a waybill in her hand. I watched with interest as they bellied up to the counter and presented their package to the clerk. He very politely explained to them that Fed Ex was not the Post Office but in fact a private company. They didn't seem to understand this. He repeated that he'd be unable to help them. So then they pleaded with him to at least help them fill out the waybill correctly.
As someone who is admittedly a little too obsessed with the tiny details of life I was astonished that two women in their late 20's would be so clueless. I mean, there is a Fed Ex parcel drop off outside the door of the Post Office. But still. For some reason it is fascinating to me that people like that exist. Part of me wanted to tag them and follow them like Jacques Costeau would tag and follow a shark.
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