For me, things never go
very smoothly at my local post office. I've learned that if you want to
mail a letter, you'll have no problems. But if things get more complicated
than that, well, watch out!
Yesterday I went there to
mail a small package and to pick up a book of stamps. I waited my turn
in line, and when I get up to the window, the clerk asks me, "What can I
do for you?" "Well," I said, "I need a book—no, make that
a roll of stamps. And I need to send this package priority to San
Francisco." "You want insurance with that?" he asked me.
"Uh, I don't know, what do you recommend?" "Well," he said,
"you can send it priority with tracking if you want to see when it
gets there, you can send it insured if the contents are valuable, or you
can do both." "Okay, I'll take the insurance." "Then step
aside to fill out the insurance form," he said, "and bring it
back up to me when you're finished." With that, I was waved aside
to fill out my form. "Next in line!" the clerk called. When I
finished filling out the form, I waited patiently until the gentleman
being waited on in front of me was finished, and then stepped back up to
the window. "Sorry," the clerk said, "I'm on break now.
She can help you at the next window." Maybe it would be quicker just to
drive my package to San Francisco.
Script
by Dr. Jeff McQuillan
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