Some days are down days. Some days you stand in the never ending, speed of molasses, teeth clenching line at the post office envying some girl's coat and her hair and her purse and her svelte figure. And then you realize that she is the reason the line is not moving. She is the girl holding up the line while she haphazardly tapes together a box most inappropriate for shipping purposes. And you smile and say ha! inside because at the very least you have your shit together enough to be prepared when making trips to the post office.
And the day gets better.
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