The Post Office

The Post Office, to me, is all of Moses Lake crammed into one small building.
Today I arrived at about 3:30 to mail a package. I figured it would take me all of about ten minutes and even if it took 15, I would still have time to make it home before Natalie was too hungry. You can only imagine my surprise when I discovered the line went out both sets of doors and there appeared to be only two employees working at the desk. Of course, I get in line behind the dirty guy (I'll call him Juan) and his two "sisters?" Juan proceeds to whistle at me repeatedly under his breath. Are you kidding me? Luckily, his cell phone rang and he left.
The lady ahead of him in line ended up being the nicest person and she shared stories with me about her two grown children who are 13 months apart. (Yikes) Anyhow, she ended up letting me cut in line because Natalie was fussing.
As I stood there waiting I ran into the most interesting people. Some, it appeared, had recently escaped the Loony Bin, but others were people I hadn't seen in years. And since we had nothing else to do but talk, we were able to catch up in a way that we never would have otherwise.
Finally it was my turn. I can not tell you how nice it is to have helpful people around. I have missed people, like the employee today, who will go the extra mile without making you feel like an inconvenience. (Who knew that when you are shipping a package in a Nutri Grain box, you are supposed to black out the bar code?)
I guess the point of this whole story was just a reminder that even though you have to fend off the occasional Juan, and the pace is a little slower, Moses Lake is a good place to be.