I had the kind of day in which the bank teller was helpful when I called to ask a question, and was even more friendly and helpful when I went in … and as I was leaving, even the teller at the next window, who I couldn’t even see, called out to wish me a great day.
…I had the kind of day in which I ran into printer trouble and wasn’t quite able to get my mail ready before the mail courier came through my street — I could hear the mail truck approaching my house … and pass … and gone— and I was STILL futzing with the envelope.
But on reflection, I decided I didn’t want to wait until Monday pickup to send the mail, since that would mean it wouldn’t actually go out until Monday evening,
So I got changed and got myself ready to go for a quick ride to the post office to drop off my mail … BUT! … when I started off in my car and as soon as I reached the end of my street and turned, I SAW THE MAIL TRUCK only 4 houses ahead!
Realize it could have been ANYWHERE — one of the side streets, back in the other direction, etc. But THERE IT WAS right in front of me!
And when I stopped alongside while she was sorting and stuffing the curve side mailbox for the house, and rolled down my window and asked her if she would take my mail, she cheerfully said “SURE!” and when I drove past her truck and parked to get out and take her my mail, I realized she’d actually gotten out and followed me on foot and was standing right there on the sidewalk to receive them. Wow.
Yep. Good day for me.
