Monday, December 17, 2012

An Inherited Trait

My mom was never the best about sending cards or packages in the timeliest of fashion. I think I have inherited this trait from her. I would say that there is probably a 50/50 chance something will get out on time if it involves a trip to the post office and/or stamps.

I have had a package I've need to mail for a week now, but just couldn't get around to finishing it up until yesterday. And to make the Post Office trip even more fun, I also had to fill out the Customs Declaration and Dispatch Note. Form 2976-A, in case you were wondering.

I found a spot in the parking lot and the line was out the door. I filled out the form making sure to print legibly and write hard as it was a quadruple copy I was making. I got in line and waited and waited and waited some more. I worried that I hadn't filled out the form right or I wrote the address out incorrectly. I noticed a lady a few people behind me with the same form. Hers was not filled out as complete as mine was and wondered if she knew something I didn't know.

I finally made it to the counter and told Jim the Postman that I hoped I had filled everything out correctly. He took the form from me and started to literally peck away at his keyboard. As he was pecking he asked me if I had filled out this form before. I told him I had not. He then told me that it was very thorough. I replied to him saying that I try to be thorough in all that I do. I received a compliment from the post man!

I may not be timely but at least I am thorough.

Esther, I am sorry your birthday/Christmas package will most likely be late (you can blame it on my mom for passing this trait down to me)!

2 comments:

Garry Brown said...

You might have gotten that trait from your dad, too. Love, Dad

esther said...

Ha ha - we must be distant family Sarah because this could be about me!

I can hardly wait until it gets here though :)