2008 spring fashions

I had picked up mail from the PO box and got into line to send a package. While waiting in line I figured I would go through my mail since 80% of it is junk and there is NO reason to bring junk into our house at this time! In walks crazy. She stands next to me in line but I think nothing of it. I went to grammar school with a girl who hated to stand behind someone so I figure this woman has a similar mental issue. So when the postal worker states she can help who is next, crazy walks up there. Well, my tolerance for ignorance is gone, if I ever had any to begin, so I too walk up. I put my day planner on the counter and my package in front of that. I (maybe not so) politely say "Excuse me lady, I am next in line". With an angry, flustered, crazy voice she tells me that I was checking my mail and I had no business doing that so she is next. The postal worker rightfully feared I would turn on her if she took care of crazy first so she put my package on the scale. This enraged crazy but as she is not a rational person her response to this is:

"You're not even wearing socks! Real classy Lady!"

As usual, the post office was busy so now everyone does two things

1 - Looks at my sock less feet. Yep, no socks - but I was wearing shoes! My favorite pair of black Mary Janes as a matter of fact.

2 - Waits for what would be escalating to a cat fight if I were still 20. I am not though so although I wanted very badly to knock crazy down to the ground in the hopes that it would make it so she doesn't think she can get away with atrocious behavior (at least for the rest of the day) I instead laughed at her and concurred that she is of course superior to me.

Maybe one day someone will present me with clothes. Maybe, just maybe, I will be so lucky as to have Harry Potter present me with a sock!