I’ve had my issues with the post office in the past but lately I’ve been pretty OK with them. More recently, I’ve become a fan of the little old lady that now works on Saturdays. The local post office is only open from 8-12 on Saturdays. Since this is pretty much the only day I can make it there to check my PO Box, I’ve become pretty familiar with the Saturday group. This little old lady is new and she doesn’t care. Now the previous Saturday cashier didn’t care either but he was an asshole. Lynda is nice though. Plus she knows who I am after only two visits.

Case in point, this past Saturday there was a line all the way to the door when I got there. I checked my PO Box and hopped on line to pick up my packages. After some time I got up to the counter and Lynda grabbed a big basket of packages. There were about 12 or so total. All but one of them had a delivery confirmation bar code on them which need to be scanned. Lynda can’t seem to get this to work for me ever. So she takes all of the packages out of the basket one by one and then proceeds to type in each code. She does this with a smile on her face too. The line is starting to wrap around the place now and she couldn’t care less. I can just imagine the signs and eye-rolls that came from the people behind me.

Aside from being nice to me I don’t know why I like this lady so much more than the other guy that works there. I just hope she can eventually get the scanner to work because I don’t always have a half hour to kill waiting at the post office.

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