I’m often surprised not by the line at the post office, but by the people who walk in after me who are surprised at the line. Have these people never BEEN to a post office? Near Christmas? Did they JUST fall off the turnip truck?
And then there was today:
Postal Worker: These are all ready? I wish I’d seen you, I’d ‘a called you forward.
Me: That’s OK; I like standing in line. It’s humbling, you know, to hear all these really important people around me talk about how they’re too busy and too essential to wherever they’re currently not at, to be waiting in line so long. Keeps me grounded. Reminds me of how inconsequential I am. Oh, also, I brought you cookies! They’re probably still warm, I just took them out of the oven about 15 minutes ago.
Her: I love you.
Me: I know.
Some times it’s good to remember that we might not be as important in our own minds as we think, but little things we do for others make us more important to them than we could imagine.
A Day in the Life
Maker of thrown, hand-built, and slipcast ceramics; dyer and spinner of yarn; writer of science fiction; watcher of people and nature.