So Hip2bDaughter2 and I went to the post office. To mail a letter. It may not be a biggie to us dinosaurs but to the email generation, sticking a stamp on an envelope is not something they do very often. It’s my fault my kids have rarely ever set foot into the post office.
I myself have long given up on snail mail in the name of being a more environmentally-aware person. Not only that, if I had to choose between a trip to post office and the click of the mouse, you know which one I’d choose in an instant. Six teams of horses couldn’t drag to the post office unless I absolutely had to go.
But last Saturday, we absolutely had to… send a letter by snail mail. It must’ve been our lucky day because the place was practically empty and we were second in line, and the clerk was all bubbly and smiley. Maybe she was testing out her new foundation to see if it would crack if she smiled. Or maybe it was that tropical perfume I was wearing.
So sweet young clerk hands us the postage stamps and we move over to the service desk to stick them on. I could sorta sense Hip2bDaughter2’s excitement. You can read about a character in a book sticking a stamp on an envelope but when you’re actually standing there doing it in real life, it’s a whole different experience. It’s one of those things the email generation rarely get a chance to do these days.
I’m glad Hip2bDaughter2 and I had this quaint moment. I hope they don’t come up with some dumb app that lets you pay online and then have your smart phone spit an electronic stamp on your envelope. That would totally take all the fun out of, well, sticking on the stamp by hand.