I could be annoyed that the post office line is ridiculously long. And that I forgot half my packing slips and had to go back home. And that when I returned the post office’s credit card machines broke and I had to go get cash. I had to go back to the end of the line. But then a group of 1st graders came in to mail Christmas cards to their parents and nothing else mattered. (The girl in the photo wrote her name with a backward S)