I had a lovely weekend–it was so nice. And then this morning, I got up and took a package to the Post Office. Mistake #1. Mistake #2 was using the automated machine. I’m not 80 years-old, I know what I’m doing. This time, though, the machine didn’t print my postage stamp. So, I got in line and waited with my receipt. When I FINALLY got to the window, the nice lady (and by nice, I mean not at all) got angry WITH ME. She yelled at me for not cutting everyone in line. “You did the wrong thing getting in line,” she said in a loud, mean voice. And then told me I was out of luck. The machine doesn’t re-print and she couldn’t just put a stamp on the package because I had a receipt.

I had to go to the UPS store and pay again. I am never going to the Post Office again. For anything other than stamps.