I’ve been spending a lot of time at the Cambridge Post Office the past couple of weeks. There are some days I’ve been there more than once.
It’s always a pleasure. I look forward to getting out and into town. Visiting with Wendy or Martha for a while.
Because I work alone, I see doing things like going to the post office and the bank as a chance to make contact with other people. I always enjoy my conversations with Wendy and Martha. In a way it’s like we work together. Or at least we’re doing work together.
And they couldn’t be more patient or helpful. It’s a small town Post Office, and both Wendy and Martha are well aware of the idiosyncracies of their customers and how to deal with them. Professionals both, who don’t let things get to them, or let on that they do anyway.
I never would have imagined I would enjoy going to the Post Office as much as I do.
2 thoughts on “Wendy At The Post Office”
When one lives in a small rural town / area going to the post office is a social event. From the Phony Farm in a tiny hamlet in Tennessee.
Ha That’s the truth!