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And one of the most entertaining places you can be is in line at the Post Office on a Saturday morning.
The line was out the door and snaking into the lobby when I got there. You could hear grumbling, but what caught my ear was the high pitched "oh my goodness" "oh golly" "whoa nellie".
The line was out the door and snaking into the lobby when I got there. You could hear grumbling, but what caught my ear was the high pitched "oh my goodness" "oh golly" "whoa nellie".
Peering through the door I could see an elderly woman trying to attach a label on a rather large carton. Folding down the flaps was more aerobic than her frail frame could take. I could sense trouble when I saw her endeavor to lift the industrial size tape gun (upside down) that they had loaned her at
the window.
I tried to push forward to help, only to be met with "hey, no cutting". As I pointed through the crowd
toward the woman heads turned like a Rockettes chorus line. The person closest reached out just as the woman pulled out the first strip of tape, deftly fastening her hand to the carton top. Vainly she tried to pull her hand out of the sticky mess only to have the kid next to her (Mr. no cutting) reach out and in helping get his coat sleeve taped.
He looked at the guy next to him for help, who promptly shrugged, stepped up and took the young guy's place in line.
Enough already. As the rest of the crowd surged forward to offer assistance you could hear a voice from the lobby query, "Grandma, are you mailing something?"
Oh good, the calvary.
He looked at the guy next to him for help, who promptly shrugged, stepped up and took the young guy's place in line.
Enough already. As the rest of the crowd surged forward to offer assistance you could hear a voice from the lobby query, "Grandma, are you mailing something?"
Oh good, the calvary.
Everyone relaxed and stepped aside to let her grandson through.
Instead, with a whoosh... he slid his package across the floor towards grandma, shouted "I gotta go to work," and left.
That's when teamwork kicked in. Two guys unwrapped grandma's hands. A lady re-taped the flaps and the guy that cut ahead to the window placed her package on the scale. I never saw what happened to her grandson's package.
That's when teamwork kicked in. Two guys unwrapped grandma's hands. A lady re-taped the flaps and the guy that cut ahead to the window placed her package on the scale. I never saw what happened to her grandson's package.
Post office camaraderie at it's best.
