So. This was an odd day. I swung by the post office for a few reasons today. Oddly enough, despite the fact it's a national holiday (St. Patrick's Day, interestingly named after St. Patrick, a Saint in Ireland who drove out the snakes, according to the story), the place was open.
While I was waiting in line to talk to the postal worker, my eyes started wandering around the back wall. Tons of multi-color forms flowing about, pamphlets, flyers, and a nice little FBI wanted poster holder on the wall. What's this? The top item on the FBI list was some guy who resembled me a bit (but with the addition of a scar on the bottom lip, and some tattoos -- both of which I do not have), since I haven't shaved in a couple days. I then turned around and hoped that no one would think I was the FBI wanted guy.
I stopped by the stamp machine before leaving. I tossed in a couple bucks to purchase -- stamps, of course. After the second dollar, I realized that the standard stamp book was sold out and all that remained were some flowery, "Valentines day" stlye stams (complete with lace). Pressing the eject button was to no avail, as it said that I must purchase something before getting money back. I was stuck. I ended up buying some envelopes instead.
Second stop of the day: The Bank. No, this had nothing to do with any FBI picture (*grin*). I just had to tend to my accounts, as boringly usual. I did, luckily, get "home banking" info, which should turn out to be very cool.
I stopped by a sub shop, picked up a turkey and avacado on wheat with salt and vinegar chips, snarfed it down, ran a few more errands, and returned home. I've been working since.
By the way: In case you're still wondering (for some reason), I've never been in jail, never had a traffic ticket, and I still have the little tags on my matresses.