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(No Spoilers…other than those already mentioned in the newspaper)

Jene’ finished Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix at 5:30 a.m. Sunday morning. I told you she wouldn’t sleep until she was finished. After she woke up, she handed Harry over to me and I started reading…some time around 1:00 p.m. At midnight I made myself stop, and I only got to page 459.

Today, I arrived at the Post Office (Rich Hill Station) at 4:55 p.m. to rescue my copy of Harry Potter. There were about twenty people in line ahead of me. I knew this would take a while. I have a great respect for the Postal System, but this particular post office is full of grumpy women (The Grump Sisters) who obviously do not enjoy their jobs (except for the little woman on the end who always seems to have a smile on her face and a kind word to say) and they make sure none of the customers enjoy their visit to the post office. I never go to this post office because of these people and because the stamp machines take your money and you can never get a refund to save your life. I will go out of my way to go to another post office.

Side note: I always feel a little sorry for the Grump Sisters until they are rude to me. I feel sorry for anyone that hates their jobs that much that it makes them miserable, and I know they probably couldn’t get hired anywhere else with their attitudes, but for goodness’ sake, find something you like to do that will make you happy! (but I digress…)

After twenty minutes in line, it was my turn. I kept thinking, “God, please let me get the little woman on the end,” but I got the Big Sister Grump. Since it was already 5:15 and there were still about eight people behind me, she practically ripped the package ticket out of my hand. She rolled her eyes when she saw it was from She came back and handed me my package and I was FREE! I left, went back out into the 100 degree heat (110 heat index) and drove home through idiot hour (I mean rush hour). Though I live a mile from the post office, this was nearly deadly, as someone in the turn lane decided he needed to be in my lane instead (no signal, either).

And now (deep breath) I have some reading to do…


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