Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Kate and I went to the post office today. While there, I realized I needed stamps, so I went to the "mail it yourself" station. As I was finishing my purchase, this girl comes up to the stamp machine, which is next to us. She says, "Excuse me, can I ask you a question? I seriously haven't bought stamps in years and am not sure what I need to buy." I said sure, (thinking how in the heck can you go years without buying stamps??) and stepped aside to help her figure out what she needed. The Liberty Bell stamps were really throwing her for a loop (I guess because they don't have the monetary amount listed on them) and she had several things to mail. I was trying to explain why the Liberty Bell stamps were what she needed, even though they didn't have the price on them and in the middle of my explanation, she blurts out, "You're so cute-- haa haa." (Like one would say it to a child, not in an inappropriate way.) I was totally flustered and said, in response, "Oh." She thanked me again and turned to purchase her stamps. I almost reminded her that those machines give coin change, not dollar change, then thought better of it. As I was lugging Kate and her carseat out, I thought, hmmm. "Cute." I certainly wouldn't think of that adjective to describe me--it was rather amusing. Then I thought about my appearance--short hair, sunglasses on head, big shell necklace, plain t-shirt and shorts, hefting oojaboojy little baby girl--and realized, oh my, have times changed! That's how I look to a 20-something girl. Cute. I chuckled all the way to my car.