mean post office lady

More and more trades are happening through the mail these days as bARTer Sauce expands to every corner of the world to prepare for our eventual takeover/world domination.

I ran to the post office just before closing and the same woman helped me who got mad at me last time for trying to mail huge packages two minutes before the post office closes.

This time nothing happened.

Nothing at all.

She was even almost pleasant.

So that's not a good story at all.

I was supposed to mail Ariane's Lawn Cat days ago.

Weeks ago.

But I had that post-office-phobia again. The one where I pretend to be afraid of the post office because I don't feel like going. But once I had Ariane's package, Sean's package and three orders for Shower Art, I knew the time had come. I could no longer put off the inevitable.