One of the differences in living full time in an RV versus having a sticks and bricks house raised its ugly head recently...going to the post office.
Most people find that no big deal and that's because they know where their favorite post offices are located. When you are always in a different place it can get a bit tricky. Why you might ask, surely you know how to use a GPS.
Let me explain. We needed to mail two larger envelopes and thus required postage purchased at the post office. So, using our trusty GPS on the smartphone went to the closest one listed. We were a bit concerned that there would be a post office out in the middle of nowhere, but we've been to some that are just a trailer in the middle of the desert, so we proceeded on our merry way.
The first "post office" ended up being a historical marker where one used to be. Not going to help us today. So I punched it in again and found the next closest one and we were off once more.
The second post office looked much more promising...until we saw the sign that said closed for lunch from noon to one. It's 12:15. Grrrrrr. I want to get this chore over so we can do some geocaching! Since we had to wait 45 minutes and our stomachs were grumbling a bit we found a Beef O'Brady's to have our favorite fish and chips meal.
Fed and ready to finish up our task and begin playing, Left Brain went in to mail the letters while I found the closest geocache. He came back out in record time, but wait...why is he still holding the envelopes? It seems that this post office will deliver packages and mail them, but sells no postage. Huh?
Taking a deep cleansing breath I checked the GPS to see what was behind door number three and found a Super America. Whaaat? Oh well, we needed gas anyway, so off we went in search of this gas station/post office.
We pulled up to the pumps and he fed the car while I took my turn going inside with the envelopes from Hell. Sure enough, back in the left corner of the store was a tiny little US Postal Station. One of the clerks left the register and came around the desk to sell me postage. Here in the most unlikely of spots we managed to finally affix postage to the envelopes and send them on their way.
Well now....the gas tank is full and the mission is accomplished, we've been freshly fed....it's time to play! We headed off to the first cache shown on our "other GPS" (we really have too many of these things) in anticipation of scoring a mess of geocaches to our name.
What could be easier? There was a park with a parking lot and we were out in a flash in pursuit of our victory. After several weird readings (the compass was bouncing all over the place), and reaching into the bowels of many evergreen trees it suddenly started to sprinkle...then quickly turned to rain and thunder. Where did that come from? We dashed back to the car for shelter, our game was called off due to rain.
Since there was nothing else to do, we back pedaled to Walmart for some groceries and went home. It's a good day for reading at least. But we'll be back....those geocaches will be ours someday!
Long Live the Queen of Frustration