What I saw in the post office today

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When I’m out of stamps, I like to go to the post office to get them. I know you can get them online, but I like to go to the post office so that I can see what’s up. I even like it when there’s a little line, so I can watch people. One day when I went to the post office, I was behind an elderly gent who spoke softly to the person behind the desk, saying that he was having some difficulty sending his paid bills in the mail because the address would sometimes slip up high in the envelope where it could not be read. The employee, who had very kind eyes, took a moment to seemingly consider the problem. Then he tapped the bill envelope lightly on the desk, and the address of course slid into view. “I find that this usually works,” he said, and the older man thanked him and went on his way. It was such a simple act of compassion, but it filled my heart.

Today, though, when I went to the post office, there was a long line. It wasn’t for people doing the usual business at the post office. Rather, it was for the passport line.