Last Package

Yesterday I took a trip to the post office to mail our very last package to Taylor.

It's his birthday package... 21 years old in less than a month.  We've put the little printout with the pictures of Christ and the Virgin Mary on every package we've sent.  Someone told us that it would help ensure his package would arrive unopened.  I don't know how necessary it's been, but he's received every package we've sent.  Good news when the postage costs more than the contents of the package.  Not really, but close.

And to make my final package trip all the better, I got a close parking spot.

The line wasn't too bad when I got there.  I was entertained by the elderly lady in front of me as she packaged a bunch of cassette tapes.  Hmmmm... do they make cassette tapes anymore?  I also found amusement in the man who apparently just got out of bed, since he was clearly wearing his pajama pants.  I thought it funny that when I initially arrived, there was not a postal worker in sight.  It was the weirdest thing... two or three people standing at the counter... a few people in line... the lights were dim... and for a good minute at least, no postal workers at all.  It felt like a scene from a movie.  Quiet.  Like something BIG is just about to happen.  Then, gradually, the postal workers appeared from the back room and business resumed as normal. 

By the time I was finished, the line had become quite lengthy.  Probably because I had the one-finger-wonder postal worker, who had to enter the address, return address, and package contents (including quantities and weight) into his computer.  With one finger.  It took forever.  But he was a pleasant man, who felt bad about covering some of my religious pictures with the customs form.  Don't worry, I assured him, I knew that some of them would get covered.  I had, after all, mailed many packages to Mexico in the past couple of years.  But this was my last.  My son would be home in September.  
I just had to share.

And just so you know, NO, I don't ever take pictures at the post office.  I just couldn't resist this time.  And I felt like a secret agent, because I didn't know if someone would yell at me for taking their picture.  I turned the flash off and pretended to be viewing pictures on my camera.  Psyche.