Mailing Etsy Packages at the USPS

So...I was in the waiting line at the post office yesterday. Yes, I was number 11 in line and there were 6 people behind me, bad post office day apparently. At least I had the luxury of being in the post office to mail our etsy shop goods by myself, courtesy of Beth (thank you mama!). I assumed that being in such a long line would allow me a few moments of reverie and design contemplation, no kids, no endless conversations about "I spy a map on the wall!" Wow, the map is right there, do I win now?

I digress. Minding my own business, standing in line at the USPS, and elderly gentleman walks up to me, I look at the Craftastica mailers I have. Then I feel him breathing on me asking "Do you know anything about the law and gettin' rid of your room mate?" Wha-ha? Yes, he was talking to me when he had his choice of 17 other people to talk to AND it should be noted I do not look like an attorney, thank you very much! I responded, logically "No, I don't know anything about that." Unfortunately, that was not the end of the conversation and now all 17 pairs of eyeballs were riveted on me, not toothless gent with the room mate issue.

"Well," he rambled on "My room mate sleeps all day, gets up for 4 hours, meditates or something crazy like that and goes back to bed! He's so lazy and never does nothin', he won't give me my money and I want him gone!" For the first time I looked at this man. All I wanted to do was mail my packages in silence, that is why I came to the post office with no children. I love humanity but I cannot referee one more persons interpersonal relationships for the day, work it out people, one love. My choice was to simply respond "Good luck with that, man." Eldery gentleman continued to gnaw on his lips and move his gums around for 30 seconds more and then left. The woman behind me said "Wow, he really has an issue." The man in front of me said "You must look like an attorney." (I repeat I do not look like an attorney, they get to wash their hair everyday, I do not, hmmmph!) The rest of the line chuckled.

This is how much I love our customers on etsy, I will submit to the waiting line at the post office to mail your goods and tell you funny stories of what happens while I'm there! And now I'm wondering, was it my crazy hair yesterday that drew him to me? Or, do I really look like an attorney? Or, do I look like I meditate all day long? I'll have Jamie take my picture and we'll take a poll. For now, this is the tribute to the post office and the elderly gentleman with room mate issues, good luck dude, maybe you should meditate instead of asking legal advice from randoms at the post office.

Besos,
Biz