I make fun of people. It’s what I do. Therefore when it comes back around to me, I don’t get too uptight about it.
Yesterday I had to mail a package. When I went into town for coffee, I forgot the item I needed to ship, so I couldn’t mail it from the Meeteetse post office. They don’t let me have tape or scissors in the Meeteetse post office. They supervise me and sometimes even offer to do it all for me if I’ll just leave.
The people at the Cody post office don’t know me. The Cody post office has boxes and boxes and boxes. And tape and pens. Priority mail? They have 37 different sizes from which to choose. Express mail? Don’t even go there ‘cuz I can’t afford it. Boxes to buy that you can ship priority or parcel post? There’s a gazillion of those.
It took me about 13.5 minutes just to find a box to ship parcel post. I noticed the only tape on the table was for priority mail, but there was a shipping tape dispenser on the counter with the mail clerk. So I carried my half assembled box to the counter and asked if I could use his tape. He told me they only had tape for priority mail and offered to check the difference in postage between priority and parcel post. They were pretty much the same so I decided to send it priority and use the free tape.
Now, I have an issue about my hair. I have to wear it up for work and it’s always in a bun or braid to keep it from getting damaged, but I worry that it will mold if I put it up when it’s wet. My hair is down to the middle of my back, curly, unruly and each strand has a life of its own. As I approached the tape dispenser my hair chuckled.
First, I couldn’t get the tape to dispense. The mail clerk helped me. Then I think he summoned a co-worker from the back to watch the party. With the tape dispenser in one hand, I tried to wrestle the box into submission so I could strap the bottom flaps closed. The box slid off the table and the tape dispenser clattered to the floor. Oops.
I tried again and got the bottom of the box closed. Then I put the item in the box and taped the top flaps down…with my hair stuck to the tape. Talk about damage. I asked the clerk for some scissors. “NO!” I had to peel the tape off the box and untangle it from my hair, tie my hair back (ack! mold!), and try again.
After I successfully got the label on the box, the mail clerk’s co-worker said, “You do know we video tape customers.”
D’oh. Two thumbs up for me!
If that shit shows up on youtube, I will take it graciously.