Today, i went to the post office. One, to mail a softball photo album for my boss (awesome coach!!), and two, to mail a secret wish box to my sweet friend in MO. I spent my time at the prep counter, picking out the right bubble-poof envelope for each item, addressed them and got in line. there were a few ladies in line gossiping about how this station was probably going to close soon, and where they will have to go when it does, and a little old lady with a (bad-ass) walker (who was sitting on the bench and resting) stood up to get her place in line. i said, "oh, it'll be a bit... how about i save your place in front of me?". she nodded her approval and sat back down. she was wearing pink pants, a red and white striped shirt with a lavender cardigan over it. she had an amazing straw sunhat with a yellow flower just off to the right on the side of the hat, there were about 7 necklaces and around 4 rings and jingly bracelets all over.
when her turn came, she warbled up to the counter with her fancy walker-wheelie thing. She pulled out this book of stamps, and said to the mail lady, "i cant see these stamps i bought yesterday, i can't find the edges to use them, will you please trade me for ones i can see?". and the mail lady said, "no, policy is that i actually can't. i'm sorry." so, i bought an extra book of stamps and traded with her, some big colorful ones, with big white edges.
as i was driving away, i remembered her saying she was legally blind....and wondered if she had driven there by herself or not.....
