At the post office

Always a line up! It never fails but that's okay. I always have to laugh to myself each time I visit the post office to mail my letters or parcels. I have been going there for years and you would think that the post master should know me by now. He seems to, but it is always the same.

I am not mad by any means, simply entertained. He sometimes shouts at me because he feels that I am unable to hear him. Maybe he feels that because I cannot see him then I am also unable to hear very well. He is nice apart from this but then comes more. He is constantly telling me that I will have to pay too much to send my parcel via air mail; I should send it via surface mail and each time I have to explain gently to him that my preference is to send it via air mail.

Then, instead of asking me the questions, he almost always asks whoever is accompanying me. I of course speak up for myself but he still continues to ask whoever is with me. Entertaining? It sure is because I know that he means well in his own way.

I'm Donna j. Jodhan, your friendly accessibility advocate, wishing you a terrific day and inviting you to go out there and share my story. Come by and visit me at www.sterlingcreations.ca.