After the Bridal Showcase, it was time to do something very important: drop off the invitations!
However, as we parked and got out of the car at the USPS, I felt a sudden wash of sadness about sending those little babies away. I clutched the Sketchers box that held the 48 invitations that had consumed my life for the past month and a half and could not bring myself to deposit them in the cold blue depository. It just didn’t seem right!
With that, I entered the post office and stood in the suprisingly short line to double check that I had enough postage on them. When I was called, I approached the postal worker slowly and he asked how he could help; this is how the conversation went:
Me: “Hi, I just wanted to make sure I had enough postage on these invitations.”
Postal Worker: “Oh, okay, let me take a look…” He then holds one invite up and points at the expanded format of the zip code, “Hey, were you trying to be fancy? This is really hard to read, and why did you put sixty-four cents of postage on these?”
Me (sheepishly): “I thought they’d look nice – I’m sorry…and I got the postage checked last week, I just wanted to see-”
Postal Worker: “Ah, alright…hold on,” he walked into the back, bringing out a female postal worker who also looked at them, “yeah, that’ll be just fine. You can just hand ‘em over then.”
Me: “Thanks…” as I hand them over, “there are 48 of them, okay?”
Postal Worker: “Hey, I am just sending them, not delivering them, you can have however many you want.”
Me: “Oh..k…well, thank you.”
Sighhhh…I am such a wimp sometimes, and though thoughts of previous brides in the blogosphere whirled around my mind (re: the ubiquitous hand-cancel debate) I sucked it up and sent them on their way.
Have you ever been temporarily consumed by emotion to the point of shock?
Stay tuned for pt.3…more weddingness <3