Well....I had a sad loss recently. The pack and ship postal store that was so, so conveniant for me went and unexpectedly shut down. I loved it....a salty little former New Yorker ran the store and she was quick and down to business. Great little shop, rarely any lines, with funny quotes on the wall that dissed George Bush. I loved it. Well, she's gone and I really miss her.
Here's why: I found myself having to go to the post office twice this week to stand in a mother of a line both times. Yea, I know...lines should be expected during the holidays. The first time wasn't so bad, but today...arghhh. While I stood in the snail-paced line, somebodies car alarm was blarring the whole time, there was a skip on the CD being played, so I had to hear Bruce Springsteen say, "Coming to town-Coming to town-Coming to town-over and over again. The man in front of me was on some mission to collect bizarre and very hard to find stamps....DO THAT IN JANUARY!!!!!! It sucked. Ho ho ho...sorry. I'll cheer up.