I kid you not. Every time I go to the post office, I end up with a new story to tell. Today was no different.
I woke up bright and early to send a package off to Atlanta for DragonCon. After waiting for the post office to open, I let the other customers go ahead of me because I had a bad feeling about this.
When it was my turn, the postal worker greeted me with a smile. I placed the package on the scale and waited to hear the damage.
“That’ll be sixty five dollars,” she said, still smiling.
I admit, the package was big but it was also light. I was expecting to pay anywhere from seventeen to twenty dollars. In the calmest voice I could muster, I said, “That doesn’t seem right. Why is is so expensive?”
“It’s irregularly shaped so we have to account for its girth.”
There was a shocked moment of silence. When I found my voice again, I said, “It’s a rectangle.”
The postal worker got out her tape measure and double checked to make sure the package was indeed a rectangle.
This is why I avoid post offices and the department of motor vehicles.