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I'm Ms.Observationist and I'm glad to join you all here. I like to write about casusal observations and bring them for you. This seems like a nice place and I hope you can find a home here.

A Trip to the Post Office
I went to a local Post office to mail a Christmas gift to my niece. Walking through the door I noticed a sprig of plastic Mistletoe hanging above the entrance and then noticed the long line. But before I kissed the line goodbye I thought about how disappointed she would be if I didn't mail her gift in time.

I waited behind a small elderly man wearing a gray cap with a dusting of dandruff on his shoulders. He murmured to himself about the line. There was a woman in front of him, who was talking on the phone about her daughter’s dentist appointment. She says that she would need caps on her teeth and soon she will look like one of those rappers with a mouth full of caps. She swung around and glanced at the door. Her dirty brown hair swung to the left and then swung to the right as she made contact with a woman who left the line. She had left the line cursing about the long wait.

The woman at the counter complained loudly. Her packaged came back damaged. She slammed her Vera Bradley paisley bag on the counter. Her little boy about 4 years old, pulled on her red coat, and pointed to a blind woman who came in with her seeing eye dog. The dog was decked out like a reindeer. The boy rubbed his hand over his head twice and scratched his rosy red cheeks.

The man behind me asked me how long has I've been here. He held onto the counter for support I knew the symptoms.

"Is anything in this package fragile, liquid perishable or potentially hazardous," she says with a smile. Where did she find it at 7:30 PM at night? "How fast do you want to send it," she looks at me and smirks. Did she find it on a cigarette or coffee break? "Priority will get it there just in time for Christmas." She takes the package and puts in on the scale. The smile spreads across her face. Was it hidden till she saw my face? "Do you want tracking or insurance?" The smile left her face. "Tracking please," I say with confidence." The smile comes back to her face. Why did she stop smiling?

Leaving out, the line is full of recycled Amazon.com boxes, shoe boxes, large envelopes and people with bad taping skills. The doorway was decorated with intertwined green and red garland. A man opened his box and pulled out one letter The seeing eye dog laid on the floor like a rug. I step over him on the way out.

The Post Office was now closed and the post office worker dispersed the angry crowd away. He was dressed like a civilian but acted like a security guard as the woman tried to slip past the door. Her dropped scarf gave her away. Smiling I walked out into the night with twinkling lights from buildings, headlights, street lights and a man lighting his cigarette. I feel where her smiles come from.