{"id":4159,"date":"2018-09-12T11:32:12","date_gmt":"2018-09-12T17:32:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nachzen.net\/?p=4159"},"modified":"2018-09-12T11:31:26","modified_gmt":"2018-09-12T17:31:26","slug":"6th-birthday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nachzen.net\/?p=4159","title":{"rendered":"6th Birthday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today is my youngest nephew&#8217;s sixth birthday. A week before, I took a box to the dollar store and filled it up with toys I thought he might like. Then I stopped at the post office on my way home from work, proud of myself for planning so far ahead.\u00a0 I wanted to use the self service kiosk, so I didn&#8217;t bother to address the box, since the machine would print out a giant label that would cover up the address anyway. I simply wrote &#8220;Happy Birthday!&#8221; on the side of the box.<\/p>\n<p>It started pouring rain just as I got to the post office, so I dashed inside, cradling the box to try to keep it from getting wet.\u00a0 I spent about 10 minutes with the machine, getting ever more frustrated as it wouldn&#8217;t accept any of my inputs when I was trying to type in dimensions or the address. Maybe the touch screen was misaligned.\u00a0 I somehow managed to finally get to the class options, and the only two it gave me were the most expensive: Express Mail (overnight) and Priority (two day).\u00a0 No parcel post, no first class parcel. I looked over to the counter, and there wasn&#8217;t a line.\u00a0 But I was reusing a box with my own address on it, and I didn&#8217;t have anything to cover it up!\u00a0 I had no option but to try again the next day, which I figured would make my package arrive late.\u00a0 Furious, I stormed back out to my car.<\/p>\n<p>The next day was sunny and clear.\u00a0 I&#8217;d taped a piece of paper with the address over the old box label.\u00a0 I arrived at the post office after work to find a long line waiting for the sole clerk. I had a lot of things to do that evening, and standing in line at the post office was not one of the things I wanted to do.<\/p>\n<p>Finally, I was next in line.\u00a0 The woman in front of me was complaining to clerk that the kiosk wasn&#8217;t working.\u00a0 No kidding!\u00a0 &#8220;Well, there&#8217;s nothing wrong with a little human interaction!&#8221; replied the clerk pleasantly.\u00a0 For some reason, that response just made me even more angry.<\/p>\n<p>At last it was my turn.\u00a0 I threw my box on the scale and wielded my credit card before the machine, ready to pay the postage and get the heck out of there.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Who&#8217;s birthday?&#8221; asked the clerk, reading my message on the side of the box.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;My nephew&#8217;s,&#8221; I mumbled.<\/p>\n<p>Without even asking me, the clerk pulled a sheet of CELEBRATE stamps out of a drawer and started affixing them to box.\u00a0 &#8220;You&#8217;re going to be the cool aunt,&#8221; he said, sticking six of them on the box and then carefully cancelling them all with a rubber stamp.\u00a0 Of course, I already AM the cool aunt.\u00a0 But this wouldn&#8217;t hurt.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Now,&#8221; he continues, &#8220;Would you like it to get there in 7 to 8 days or Priority mail 2 days for 30 cents more?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I paid the extra 30 cents.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/www.usps.com\/ecp\/asset\/images\/586204-L0.jpg\" width=\"370\" height=\"370\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today is my youngest nephew&#8217;s sixth birthday. A week before, I took a box to the dollar store and filled it up with toys I thought he might like. 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