Fiorella does not like to be stymied, but technology thwarts her at every turn, which is why she was the wild woman you saw pulling into the post office parking lot on Saturday and running into the the building with an un-stamped -sized envelope in her hand, only to discover that the counter area was closed for the day. Yes, there was a stamp machine in the lobby, but Fio knew from past encounters that it was not her friend, and she was furious. That envelope contained several days and late-night work on her tax information that she needed to send off to her CPA ASAP.
Frustrated, her blood boiling, your Fio let loose a vibrant scream in the hallowed post office wall, then howled a few more times as she ran for her faithful little blue car, envelope still in hand, then took off down the street, beeping along the way to let off steam, to H-E-B where she knew she could buy stamps and hoped the nice lady behind the counter could guess how many she needed. The nice lady had no idea of how many stamps Fio needed, but she had a suggestion--go to the UPS down the street, but hurry because it would close in fifteen minutes.
Fio sprinted for her car (which she isn't supposed to do because of the hip replacement, but has done a couple of times in emergency situations with no negative outcomes) and made it to the store just before it closed, paid her $8.55 (which she'll damn well take off of next year's taxes) and sent the envelope on its way.
Elated, she drove back to H-E-B to thank the nice lady and pick up a small chocolate cake iced in chocolate, then ate it all the way home to refresh her depleted adrenaline.
TAKE THAT, TECHNOLOGY!
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