The post office is on my list of top three places I hate to take my kids. I probably go twice a year. But Sunday was my sisters birthday and although I had had her present for a few weeks, I had to stay with my time-honored tradition of sending it late. So yesterday I was feeling ambitious and decided to make a trip to the post office. Malia had the day off of school, so I had all four kids with me. I was so excited to get there and find no line. It was my lucky day. So I handed the man my package. Keep in mind this is just a small gift...probably 5 inches long and weighs a couple ounces. He asks how I would like to have it sent, of course I say the cheapest way possible. (sorry Deyce) He then proceeds to tell me that if I want to have it sent I can't have it taped together with scotch tape. Obviously this man does not have four children. If he had four children he would know that tape is a very rare commodity and that having found ANY tape at all was a miracle. I usually find a whole roll of tape covering a beautiful piece of children's artwork. So I used scotch tape, the only thing I could find. But I taped it GOOOOOD! That thing was not coming apart.
So he tells me he can't send it....does not even offer to put a little packaging tape on it for me (which I KNOW they keep behind that little counter!) I don't even see any signs that say "No scotch tape allowed." I mean, is this really a rule? I'm not very happy at this point and i've never been one to be nice and patient when I feel i've been wronged. (I'm working on this) So I tell him "It was hard enough to drag four kids in here, let alone find the right kind of tape!" I took my package, smiled and left. So Deyce...I tried. And this year your package will be even later than usual. But know that I REALLY love you since I will be braving the post office once again, as soon as I find my packaging tape.