Saturday morning I found myself at the local post office and it seemed that was the errand of choice for everyone in my little hamlet; including an elderly woman with a pronouced limp. Somehow she managed to get in front of all of us and we had no choice but to follow her single file down the stairs and into the post office. And me, balancing several large packages on my hip and trying not to drop my Blackberry.
When I got into the actual post office, the line looked liked the TSA Security line at LAX but I'd put off this task long enough and there was nothing to do but stand using my hip for leverage. I hate being in closed in places with strangers because there are always weird smells. The woman immediately in front made me nauseous as the previous nights beer and cigarette smoke clung to her like a wet t-shirt. The older gentleman behind me had long ago given up on spending time with his dentist and somewhere in the distance there was the faint smell of Ben-Gay. Normally I'd just try to ignore it all and even Twitter about my experience (not that anyone would find it interesting but it would amuse me).
Suddenly a large bearded man runs into the lobby of the post office yelling. Initially, we couldn't make it out but soon realized we was telling us about a car accident which had just happened in the parking lot. I immediately assumed someone was rushing to a get a much coveted space and simply clipped another car (obviously of someone "inside" the post office).
Oh but I was wrong...it turns out that both cars involved in the fender bender were in fact EMPTY! It seems that the driver of the white car left the engine running, so his dog would not get too hot while he was in the Post Office. Somehow the DOG managed to get the car into gear and the car rolled backwards into the "handicapped" space which included the unoccupied car of the woman who'd held us all hostage coming down the stairs!
Fortunately, no one was injured and unfortunately the line didn't get any shorter! :-(
