I drove past the post office on my way to the doctor's office and it looked like it had some kind of magnetic pull - all the cars from all the directions were converging on it. And my post office is not particularly great to visit under normal circumstances, so I speculated about how long I might be in line. An hour? Two?
Anyway, after my doctor's appointment, I joined the line of cars headed into the post office parking lot. Surprisingly, there were two spaces available, so I snagged one. Even more surprising was that the line wasn't bad - maybe only 3 or 4 people. Although I couldn't use the line anyway. I had flat rate boxes with simple shipping, so no customer service from a real person for me. I had to use The Machine. There was no line for The Machine. That wasn't surprising either, because it utilizes touch screen technology with the sensitivity of a mummy. It takes so long to do one transaction because you are constantly trying different amounts of pressure on different parts of the screen to get a reaction, any reaction.
So I settled in for a long conversation with my least favorite technology. It definitely was a lengthy conversation, but in the end, all packages had correct address labels and postage affixed.
And then I thought I'd stop by Dunkin Donuts to reward myself for surviving. That turned out to be a mistake. Apparently everyone has doctor's appointments before the holiday, and DD happens to share a parking lot with a medical facility. (I find this endlessly amusing...) It took me 10 minutes to get a parking spot. Luckily there was no line for donuts (presumably all customers had been too traumatized by the parking situation to make it into the store - I, however, am made of sterner stuff!).
I got my favorite Boston Kreme donut and a latte and congratulated myself on surviving yet another holiday season:)