Post Office

I went to the post office to retrieve a parcel. It seems I end up going every week to pick up something or mail something. It's that time of the year. I went in the afternoon, since I was home,
and had to wait in line (I usually rush on my way back home, tired and hungry). It was nice to wait leisurely in line. I don't shop much and would rather not buy than wait in line, unless I am reading a book.
This brought back memories of me and my grandma bringing Christmas parcels to the post office for my Australian cousins. First my grandma and I would pick out the fabric, then she would sew pajamas, then she would cut out paper grocery bags, turn them inside out and voilà! we had good solid wrapping paper. She would wrap the gifts and address the parcel and then we would get on a bus and go wait in line. My grandma would always complain that the shipping was too expensive. There would be a bit of back and forth while the clerk would try and figure a cheaper fare. Once, he told her if she made two parcels, it would be cheaper. We went back home with the parcel and she repackaged it and the next week we came back. I was mortified; my grandma was triumphant. All this came back in a flash. My grandma counting her coins and arguing and me wanting no part in the little drama. You gotta love the post office...