Listen to what happened to me at the post office. I know that most of you simply go in and mail your packages without much fanfare…you are missing out. I was standing in line to mail my taxes to my brother (he takes care of me!). I walked up to the counter and handed my flat rate priority envelope to man. He responded, “You are beautiful.” I must have blushed and looked away for a brief moment because he said, “I mean it. You are gorgeous.” At this point, I am very weirded out. He proceeds to say, “If I wasn’t working, I would ask for your number.” The only thing that I could mumble was, “That’s okay sir. I’m good.”
His response? “I couldn’t take the rest of the day off sick if you want?”
I simply handed him my cash and got out of there. I wasn’t prepared for such a friendly postal clerk and besides it was before 10am, and I hadn’t had a chai latte yet!
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