Is it any wonder the post office is going bankrupt? First they cut the hours back on our own little PO so they are only open 4 hours a day. And, Of course, the 4 hours they are open are just about impossible for me to get to. No problem, I think, I'll just leave early and make it to the bigger PO on my commute to work. Unfortunately, I fail to take into account the fact the the state has decided to quit plowing the roads. However, in spite of blizzard-like conditions, I just barely manage to make it to the post office this afternoon at 4:45. With great relief, I head in and start searching for the right mailers, boxes, etc.
I think all is finally going well when the clerk saunters in. Before I can even muster a "hello", I am greeted with,
"Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Umm, well, I just want to mail a couple of things. Hello to you too."
"Hmmph, I don't think so. We close at 4:45."
ARRRGH! "You have got to be kidding! Who the hell closes at 4:45? Well, you have to at least mail this one thing. Someone is counting on it."
"Oh, alright, I suppose, as long as it's just one little thing."
"Thank you, and for your extreme trouble, here..."
"Is this...? Could it be? What is this?"
"That is homemade fudge."
"REALLY? I LOVE fudge. I always try to make it and it never comes out right."
"Well, it can be tricky, just like trying to mail packages from a small town."
"You know, I don't actually have to leave right away. If you want to get the rest of your stuff packed up I can make sure it goes out tomorrow."
"That would be wonderful, I really do appreciate it. And here, I've got one last chunk of fudge, enjoy and thank you." This time, sincerely.
Is it any wonder that everyone falls in love with Ramsey. Nobody can resist chocolate.