When I finally got up to the counter the first time, after waiting in line twenty minutes, there was an older man who waited on me. I bought a book of stamps, and asked him if Ms. Wells was expected to work that day. He wasn’t certain, but told me she’d be in at twelve if she were on the schedule. It was eleven-fifteen at the time. I didn’t want to wait in the parking lot for forty-five minutes, so I drove down to the coffee shop I’d stopped at Friday afternoon. I ordered a large espresso to go. I then drove back to the post office and sipped on my coffee while I listened to a golden oldies radio station until a couple minutes after noon. When I got in line again, there was a pretty, black woman at the counter. The only way I was going to find out if Barbara Wells would be working at any time during the afternoon was to stand in line another twenty minutes, purchase another book of stamps, and ask another clerk if Ms. Wells was scheduled to work during the afternoon. And as feared, it was another waste of time.
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