The line at the post office today was no shorter than it was yesterday, but the people in line looked a little friendlier (and I had a little more time to spend), so I waited for my package. I knew it was an early birthday present, and I knew it would be something I'd like because I knew who it was from. I didn't want to wait another day for it.
It took forever, of course, to get to the front of the line. Nobody in that office is in any particular hurry. One time in all the years I've been going there I heard a clerk at the window ask someone in the back to come out and help. Mostly they just try to take as much time with each customer as they possibly can, maybe to see how long the line can get before people start grumbling.
There wasn't any grumbling that I heard today. It might have been because of the three small children that were in line with us. (With their mothers, actually.) All three were charming and friendly and in good moods. They definitely kept me entertained.
One little girl was Michelle. I know that was because her mom had to keep calling her to come back inside. Michelle couldn't have been two years old yet, and she was tiny and delicate-looking, but her mother didn't seem to have any worries about her. She smiled the whole time she was calling, "Michelle! Michelle!"
If I'd been standing in the doorway, I would have probably tried to keep her from getting out, instead of stepping aside as the woman who was standing there did. I wouldn't have chased her, though. That's her mom's job.
Finally when they got to the window Michelle's mother had to run out into the lobby and carry her back inside. While she was holding her, Michelle played with the pen and managed to wrap the cord around her mother's arm. It took her a while to get untangled and leave, but it was fun to watch.