I need to remember that the post office closes at six on Saturdays. That, or I can stubbornly continue to smash my head against an immovable brickwall — in this case, a schedule of hours of operation — until the remains of my intellect run scarlet and slippery across the sidewalk, staining a picture in place as an ominous warning to all other forgetful fools.
And yes, I do feel rather foolish. Understand that this is the second Saturday in a row that I have attempted to mail something at the post office after it has closed for the evening. Yargh.
Still, all was not lost for the eve! Quite the contrary, in fact. For you see, upon returning home I found a pleasant message waiting for me, and the rest of the evening was spent luxuriating in the warm glow of my loving girlfriend.
Happy me. :)