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Yesterday, I needed to walk to the Post Office to pick up some stamps for mailing bills, and to mail my daughter's first birthday party cards.
Stamps are a serious purchase to me. I typically stick to a classic look of an American flag or something of the sort.
I'm sure there's more people than not that don't bother looking at the stamps that are used to mail things, but I'm a looker. And I wonder what makes people buy one particular design over another. Unless a portion of the cost is going to benefit a charity or fund or rare collector's edition, they all cost the same.
What makes a person pick what they pick?
So, I perused all the options and ended up with the two designs at the top of this post. The Disney stamps, I figured, were perfect for my daughter's cards, and then the flowers...well, it's obvious where my head has been lately so those stamps are entirely fitting. I even picked up two booklets of the flower stamps.
And then there I was, stamps in hand, committment to design made, and it was time to purchase. I'm not sure why, but suddenly I simply couldn't keep ahold of anything.
I handed the man (he was old - so don't go there) my Mastercard, which fell from my fingers before he could grab it. He put my stamps in a bag, and rested it upon my purse...but as I moved my purse to grab the bag of stamps, the bag slipped and nearly knocked all the man's postal papers off his desk. Then, I needed to sign my charge slip, but that was delayed because I dropped the pen that I was using to sign my name. After he returned my card, I went to put it back into my wallet, but I dropped that onto the floor. And nearly dropped the bag of stamps as well.
At this point I'm laughing because it looks like I'm doing it on purpose.
"Ack! I'm so sorry! Apparently my fingers aren't working right now!" I say with an embarrassed glow about me.
"You're fine...you're fine..." the old man says.
And I push the stroller to leave the area only to have it get hung up on the shoplifting detector railings.
"Ack! I'm leaving! I'm going home and am going to try getting out of bed on the ~other~ side!"
"You're fine..."
And then the shoplifting detector starts DING DING DINGing!
"Ack!!" I whimper out a third time as I stop and turn back to the old man with a look of desperation on my face as I certainly had not stolen anything.
"You're fine...you're fine..." and he waves me on my way.
Good thing the place was empty!
2 comments:
At least the old man wasn't the crabby crotchety kind. :) Things like this used to happen to me all the time, which is why I stopped carrying a purse or wallet. Drivers license, debit/credit cards, Costco card, cash - they all go in my pocket. Sort of sucks to have one less thing to "accessorize" but I've even been known to leave my purse at the counter! So it stays home, in a heap with my other purses, only to be taken out and dusted off when I have a rare kid-less outing. :(
I don't use credit cards and I don't have a debit card. For one, they are too easy to use, and before I know it, several ~little~ purchases have added up. And secondly, I am always leaving them behind, too. I took Mike's to the grocery store not too long ago and sure enough..left it at the register. I'm not allowed to take it anymore. :D
And I love the different stamps! I always make the poor guy behind the counter haul them ALL out so I can choose. I always ask, "What's new?". He probably has me on some type of black list to egg my house..he KNOWS where I live!!
~L.
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