All I planned on doing after my last posting was to go to the bank, buy Powerball/Megamillion tickets and pick up my mail at the post office. Fifteen minutes is what it should have taken.
Instead, it was more than an hour's work! The bank was easy enough, ATM-wise, but when I pulled up to the window to deposit some checks, I had a 10-minute wait because the bank was filled with customers who got there well before I did.
That was all right.
When I went to buy my lottery tickets, there were five folks at the register, and they all seemed to be together and yet discordantly apart as they were all buying large cups of boiled peanuts and they were busy digging into pockets and purses for loose change to help the one paying finish the transaction.
That was all right, too
The post office was a madhouse. Every convenient space of parking was taken. As I entered folks were standing around chatting/socializing. I got my mail from my box and found I had a slip for a package. So, into the office I went and was third in line. First in line was having something done, but it took quite a while for the transaction to finish. The guy in front of me was quick.
When my turn came, the guy said I had "a lot" of packages. First thought I had was that the loggerjam of mail at the USPS sorting center outside Atlanta (a new facility that has been backed up for two weeks) must have started letting things go. I had five (count 'em 5) packages. Stan, the postal guy, told me they received 750 packages this morning alone. For Johnston, anything more than 50 packages on a Monday means it's Christmas under normal circumstances.
When I got home, Denny was cutting my yard, so the day has become somewhat productive for me even thought I thought it would be a fairly lazy day.
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