We got a notice from the postman a few days ago that Kelly received a package which was being held at the downtown post office. Since it was on the way to work for me, I offered to pick it up, as well as drop off a few letters and a package.
So on the way to the train station I stop in, drop off the outgoing mail, and stand in line. Of course the line moves like molasses, so after a few minutes I give up since I don't want to miss my train.
My second attempt, the next morning is more promising. There's no line so I successfully ship the package (overseas baby gift) and then realize I've left the package notice at home. Whoops.
The next day I return with the notice and there's only a short line. Problem. The notice only has Kelly's name, not mine. The package is also addressed to KW, not KWC, so there's no common last name on my driver's license. Finally, my license has our old apartment address listed, not our current house, so I can't even prove we live together!
On my fourth trip back, I've gotten Kelly to sign the notice to authorize me to pick up the package for her. Kelly suggests I bring a copy of our marriage license, but I don't (not leaving it at home probably would have helped). After a little bit of discussion the postal employee agrees to give me the package.
Labels: Oak Park, silliness