I rushed to the post office about a half hour before it closed because something I needed to mail needed more postage than a stamp. I was surprised to see a line inside and a woman standing outside the door where the workers are. When I looked inside, I said something about not expecting to see so many people there. We struck up a conversation while we were waiting. Some large man with neat clothes was behind us and remained outside when others left and made room for us to go inside. A little later he huffed in and said something to me about how it was cooler in that part. I said, "Not really." He glared at this younger, clean-cut guy holding his daughter who looked to be around two or three maybe. They stared at each other like they were simmering and about to blow up. The big older guy hmphed in a terse voice and nodded toward the younger, fit dad, "HE was impatient!" To which the other guy hissed that he was holding a baby. It got pretty tense, but fortunately that was the end of it. I quietly told the woman ahead of me that I was glad they didn't have a fight because it would have been such a cliché. She laughed. I mentioned that I'd decided not to bring that up to the guys and didn't want to interact with them. She and I continued our conversation on safe topics without making eye contact with those men. Good grief!
CUTTING THE MUSTARD
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