I needed to mail a birthday gift today. I knew it would cost money. That’s why I took my credit card to Pack n Ship All (if I were in charge, that would be known as Pack n Ship Y’all) during lunch.
I handed the man my basket with the XXXX (hey, she might be reading this post and I don’t want to give away the surprise. Especially after you see what I paid for this thing), little decorated flowers strewn around, and a card with her name on it. Very low-keyed, homemade looking if I do say so myself.
Naturally, it’s great when birthday gifts arrive on your actual birthday, so I said I’d like to ship it quickly but at a reasonable price. He hit a few buttons, peered at a screen, and announced, “That will be $84.53.”
Get outta here – it’s more like “That will be more calculator buttons in your future, bucko.” I wanted to mail it, not fly it there myself. His next offer was $36, to which I sarcastically asked, “Look at that basket and tell me if you think I spent that much on the actual present.”
Sigh. Final offer: $19.99. Plus the box and he’d throw in the packing peanuts as a gift, but it won’t get there until Friday.
So happy birthday, two days late, Pat. Hope you like the XXXX and the packing peanuts. I couldn't resist a sale.