A Post Office Shocker
I confess that one of the reasons I mailed my blocks (checkerboards to Pokey and Shannon) so late this month was that I was dreading the trip downtown to what looked to be the closest PO to my new apartment.
Then, last week, the receptionist at the office told me about one in an adjacent town that was pretty close (and had lots of parking). Even though I drove by to check the Saturday hours one night earlier in the week, when I pulled up and parked (in an empty parking lot) on Saturday morning, I was sure they were closed. But they weren’t … I was the ONLY customer in the place. That never happens to me. I was in and out quickly … then went back to take a photo–because who would believe it? (In the meantime, someone else had come in to mail something.)