One dollar and eighty-seven cents.

Actually, it was just forty-seven cents all told, the transaction: two twenty-three-cent stamps and one one-cent stamp, but I got to the Porter Square post office half an hour before noon on the last day of the year, and it took me the rest of that half hour to make it to the desk to lay down my forty-seven cents. The clerk seemed annoyed that he had to make such a small transaction, but, good grief! I had been waiting in line for half an hour to mail my bloody postcard, and of course the APC (Automated Postal Center) machine does not make transactions under one dollar (in addition to not handling international mail and other more complex postal tasks), so I was behind basically every other complicated transaction imaginable, including a woman who wanted to ship hats and socks to Italy (apparently Italy does not allow the importation via post of “haberdashery or hats of any kind, needle or lace work of any kind…” — I heard the clerk reading the laws to the woman several times over, while both apparently struggled with the definition of “haberdashery” and whether or not it applied to the items in the box). No wonder the clerk seemed exhausted by the time I came up humbly to request my three stamps.
While I waited at the head of the line (this alone took upwards of five minutes, this haberdashery exchange), I actually saw a woman enter the post office laden with two large packages, take one look at the line, and turn right back around. But I, I left triumphant, three pennies’ change in hand, grinning madly at the absurdity of the whole thirty minutes, and ready to go right back to LB’s and finish my cup of coffee.

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2 thoughts on “One dollar and eighty-seven cents.

  1. Explains a short tel. conversation! and your distraction.
    Trip home: road crowded, high speed (beyond my usual), and tailgaters galore at 85 mph, unconscious of what holds then to the surface [four 6X5 rubber pads, spinning at many revs].
    I relaxed and drove well. SWMBO slept. Arrived with a full tank (Lee) before 7:00 p.m. and spent a localized quiet evening and shared a long laughable conversation before sleep, in discussion about what makes for a reasonable response to a gentle question — gone haywire with emotional reaction. Our chuckling was, like, first one, then the other, then the other, then and always one…until the end when we were both giggling and expostulating chuckles.
    Today, catching up…and now it is time to go to WalMart for the exchanges? I hate to do it but there is nothing for it but the doing.
    May your new year be wonderful and you happy…among friends or alone all year long!

  2. Explains a short tel. conversation! and your distraction.
    Trip home: road crowded, high speed (beyond my usual), and tailgaters galore at 85 mph, unconscious of what holds them to the surface [four 6X5 rubber pads, spinning at many revs].
    I relaxed and drove well. SWMBO slept. Arrived with a full tank (Lee) before 7:00 p.m. and spent a localized quiet evening and shared a long laughable conversation before sleep, in discussion about what makes for a reasonable response to a gentle question — gone haywire with emotional reaction. Our chuckling was, like, first one, then the other, then the other, then and always one…until the end when we were both giggling and expostulating chuckles.
    Today, catching up…and now it is time to go to WalMart for the exchanges? I hate to do it but there is nothing for it but the doing.
    May your new year be wonderful and you happy…among friends or alone all year long!

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