I ship packages internationally almost daily for work.
The closest post office to my work office is a USPS outlet operated by a staff of Indian women.
I try to stop by after noon to avoid a particular surly morning shift employee.
A different morning shift employee greeted me today.
"Can I get some Express Mail boxes?"
"We're out."
"Can you check the back room? Usually…"
"We're out. You can order them online."
I returned in the afternoon with a second batch of parcels.
"Can I get some Express Mail boxes?"
"Check the cubby hole."
"But the Express Mail cubby hole is always empty."
"You never know…"
I walked over and checked the cubby hole.
"Nope. No Express Mail boxes…as usual."
"Okay, how many do you need?"
"Wait, you have boxes in stock?"
"Of course. This is a post office."
These Indian women exasperate me.
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