At the post office this afternoon

When the line at the post office seems a bit like the Nile River, people tend to critique those who finally make it up to the service counter.

Are they going about their business in a quick, efficient manner?

Do they show signs of having mailed something before?

Or are they high-maintenance nightmares like the woman in purple?

A white-haired guy in a denim jacket looked on in amazement as the woman in purple packed, addressed and taped her box up at the counter.

“She had all the time in the world to do that before she got up there,” he said in a tone that was the opposite of sleigh bells.

We all know that it's best to stay calm and relax when in a long line. And virtually everyone at the South Regal P.O. did just that.

Still, it wasn't as if the woman in purple didn't test the patience of those who been behind her.

She just has one package, what could possibly be taking so long?

Is she up there discussing the season finale of “Dexter” or “Homeland”?

Eventually the Woman in Purple geologic era passed and the line moved up.

Would have been nice to know if anyone else heard the “Hallelujah Chorus” in his or her head.