Sounds like I’m paranoid from that title, doesn’t it? Actually I was the one doing the people watching and listening….again. This time it was at the post office. A delight for at least two of my five (or six?) senses.

I drove through the rain during my lunch hour to get to the post office so that I could pick up a much desired gift I ordered for myself. When I got there, it seemed like everyone else decided to go to the post office at the same time, because there was a very long line. Two people were at the desks, but technically there was just one who could help other customers. The other one was dealing with a family of three getting their passports.

Since I had time on my hands, I just took a deep breath and stood in line. A girl came in soon after with a pink cellphone attached to her ear. She was carrying on a conversation with someone on the other end, obviously. At one point I even heard the girl on the other end. I was not standing next to the girl, she was a few people behind me. This is what I picked up:

Girl in Line: “[So-and-So] gave me a card for my birthday with a coffee cup on the front, and then [so-and-so 2] was like, ‘But you don’t even drink coffee! Any of your friends would know that!’ And I was like, laughing so hard.”

Enthralling. Aren’t you glad I shared this with you?

Then another postal employee opened up shop so the line moved along a little better. I picked up another phone conversation from a guy two or three people behind me (the girl must’ve left, because I didn’t hear her at all and she kept telling her friend that it was ridiculous to wait so long and that she had to go). Anyway, this was the thing I heard from the guy in line:

Guy in Line: “I talk to the man upstairs, but he never answers. He’s not big on communication. Maybe you could use your connections?” Then he laughed. 

Now….When he was mentioning “the man upstairs”, was he referring to God or was he referring, literally, to the man upstairs at his work? We’ll never know. But I think he was referring to the first option. Why, I do not know.