When I went to the post office.
And a 200 year old woman was at the counter.
13 people were in line.
She was trying to mail something to her grandaughter.
It wasn't in a box. It was in a plastic Wal-Mart bag.
She didn't know the little girl's address.
She had to call three people to get it.
The man behind the counter had to get her a box.
And after twenty-five minutes? She paid.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.