There are very few errands that I dislike more than the Post Office run. Our post office is always busy, there is always a line, a long line.
I know what you are thinking, why doesn't she just buy one of those scales and print postage from home? Well, I have one, and I've tried it, but for whatever reason, stuff gets returned. There seems to be some mythical definition of parcel and package and letter that eludes me. Due to thickness, or size, or weight, or color (ha) I don't classify it right, and it comes back.
So, off to the Post Office I go. The place is "government green" and "make my eyes glaze over" blue. I wait in the long line, and when I finally get to the counter, I say: "Nothing liquid, perishable, fragile or potentially hazardous. 1st Class, Please". And the guy who apparently hates me behind the counter responds with: "Is there anything liquid, perishable, fragile or potentially hazardous?" AND, he waits for a response! (Did I also mention how s.l.o.w.l.y he says this?) I say "No" (Very annoyed, but I know what's coming). "And how would you like to ship today? We have Next Day for $24, Priority for $10, First Class or $3, Parcel Post for $2". He, again, waits for an answer. I re-state "First Class" . Then he starts to offer me "Shipping Products". I sigh and say "No, that's all please". THEN he asks if I'd like to buy some stamps. ARGH! NO! I just want to get out of here! NO! It's like this every time.
I always leave annoyed. I'm sure Mr. Post Office gets his kicks from people like me.