It's been a busy busy week at work. As of Thursday, I've already put in 39 hours. Wednesday was the longest day; I dashed home for an hour in the evening to tend to the pups and eat a quick dinner then came back to work. I ended up having to make a run out to the airport post office at 10 o'clock at night.
Thankfully traffic was light despite the rain that had just started. It's kind of fun to drive fast when you have a reason to do it; I usually don't really speed because I'm rarely in that much of a hurry to get anywhere. It was late evening, though, by the time I got there so my head was already in dreamland.
The nice clerk rang up my postage and then, as he showed me the amount due, suggested that I might want to buy something else. I thought he meant because it was a small amount and since I was using a credit card, I wouldn't want to charge a small purchase. I told him it was my office card and that it didn't matter. He went on about how some people are superstitious and get bothered by that kind of thing so he wanted to ask.
It finally dawned on me what he was talking about. The amount of the postage? $6.66.
I had the postage of the beast.
Cheers,
the CilleyGirl
Scary!!!
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