Sent them packing

Andy’s package came slowly back to me. Standing in line at the post office yesterday, the next clerk up was the one who’d helped me send his off the first time.

“You paid Express on this one! They didn’t forward it?!” She was indignant. She wanted to know, was it the American postal service or the English? The English. Oh well, at least there’s that. Her pride was mollified.

I’d emailed, gotten an answer yesterday and an updated address–oops–and I was trying again. But it was going first class this time, I’d already shot my wad. Andy, it’s coming.

I walked past Steve on my way out, thinking, actually, how glad I was that Andy’s package had given me an excuse to come back and tell Steve–he caught my eye, wanting to know.  Yes. I smiled and told him, “She got it! A day and a half! *Thank* you!”

He gave me a thumbs up and a big grin. He was SO glad.  It totally made his day.

We’re all in this life thing together.