Going Postal

I was in the post office last Thursday. I had to get a gift in the mail for my brother-in-law since his birthday is this week and we were leaving town Friday. I had the gift and the card with me. I had written the address on the envelope of the birthday card. I explored tons of options for the packaging in which I was going to mail this gift. I looked at several envelops even stuffing the gift inside it to see if it would fit. I tried several different sizes and assortments of packages. After trying different things, I'd place the packages back on the shelf with all of the other ones like it.

I decided on one particular padded envelop. After placing the gift inside, I reached for the card only to find that it was missing. I looked over at all of the envelops and realized that I must have left it in one of the ones I had tried earlier. Let me tell you! With so many errands to do before I left town and so little time to do it, this was irritating me beyond end! This gave a new meaning to the saying "going postal!" Maybe it was actually the original meaning of postal. (Who knows where that saying came from? I can imagine after my experience!)

I quickly began looking through every single envelop. There had to be at least 100 of them. There was no card! I even looked in some of them twice thinking that I'd missed it because it was white. At one point, I sat on the floor in order to sit as I tediously went through every one. I'm sure the people waiting in line appreciated the comedic entertainment while doing such a mundane procedure like waiting your turn to mail something or get a passport.

After going through every single envelop on the shelf with no success, I remembered that I tried one box. I took the box off of the shelf and there it was. I turned around to the line (just in case anyone was watching) and victoriously through my fist with the card in it in the air! I spent 45 minutes in the post office, but I got the task done.