Lucky Day
I thought it was my lucky day yesterday. During lunch I went to the Fort Bliss Post Office to send off a certified letter. During lunch the staff is down to the absolute minimum of one. I was expecting to have to wait in line for 10 or 15 minutes.
I opened the door, looked around to gauge the wait time. Lo and behold, there was no line. The one guy standing at the counter. A beam of sunshine lighting up my path to the counter. Ecstatic, I said “It’s my lucky day!”
The clerk said, “Unfortunately, it’s not, motherfucker.” OK, he may not have dropped that F bomb. My Head just throws random F-bombs throughout the day. He continued, “We can’t print any postage,” and proceeded to give me directions to the nearest post office. He then complemented me on my shirt, saying something to the effect that my day was somewhat lucky with a shirt like that.
I’ll try my luck today.