Take my number

It was about 7 years ago. Christmas package mailing time, plus I was selling CM...so I had A LOT of packages. Enough to fill the double stroller, so Big J and Middle J had to clutch the sides of the stroller rather than ride in luxury. I walked into the post office and what to my wondering eyes should appear but 1,000 other package mailers there. Seriously...I did not think that many people could fit in such a small place. I had no other choice, I had to mail everything then. I pulled my number, compared it to the screen and there were 25 people in front of me.

We searched for spot on the wall to park the stoller...I pull out suckers, fruit snacks, various toys, my phone and anything else I could find in my purse (a very stylish one, I might add!). We were there about 30 minutes before the kids lost it. They were done, all of the candy was gone, the fruit snacks were smashed on the floor, toys had been flung...and where were my keys? I began to move the stroller to search for the keys when.....one package fell, then another and another...soon about 5 large packages were laying onthe floor, the kids were screaming, I was sweating bullets, and the dirty looks began to surround us. I finally got the packages back into the stroller and then my purse spilled. Now....I like big purses and this was no exception...so it holds a lot of stuff...including the "that time of the month" essentials...about 6 of them on the floor along with lots of pennies, wallet, extra keys, and probably 5 more pounds of non-descript items.... I then began to cry..that was it...I was giving up...it was way past time to go home.

Then, I felt a shadow hovering above the 3 of us as I sobbed and picked up the monthly essentials--a nicely dressed fatherly looking man said...are you okay...I am thinking "do we look ok?", but I of course in my 'mom of the year' voice, I said--"oh we are fine". He bent down and said "Here take my number, you go ahead, you need it more than I do" I did not hesitate for a second..."yes, oh, thank you." He even bent over to pick up everything that spilled from my purse. I did not even know what number he was, but it had to be better than mine. He then said "I understand how hard it can be sometimes." He stepped back into the crowd and guess what? I was the next number called. I did not even see him after I mailed everything, he was no where to be found to thank him.

This story reminds me that there is good out there...just like the starbucks line Elle referred to. It is there, thank God.