saturday morning, my sweetie took me on a date to the post office.
we waited in line to use the automated teller. it wasn’t a long wait.
when it was my turn, i zipped right through the process (not to boast, but I have become quite proficient at it…it is one of my skills) and was almost finished when an elderly couple walked in. they expressed surprise that the regular part of the post office was closed and they were concerned that they wouldn’t know how to use the automated teller. as I waited for my receipt to print I turned to them and told them that it was really easy, that they just need to read the screen and answer the questions.
the gentleman asked, “would you mind staying and showing me how to use it?”
the people in the front of the line graciously offered them to go ahead and i was secretly thrilled to guide this aged couple through the wonderful world of automated telling. (the clicking sounds the buttons make is one of my favorite sounds.)
i was like jack, nimble and quick, and soon two packages were stamped and ready to put in the bin.
as i turned to leave, the 7 people gathered in line behind us clapped for me and offered words of encouragement on a job well done.
this is the stuff that dreams are made of.
