An Accepted Incursion
I had to wait in line at the Post Office today. After ten minutes, I was finally at the front of the line and about to get my turn. A man then walked into the lobby. He carried a package yet seemed very much out of place. It might have been his brown uniform. He proceeded to bypass the line, walked up to the front counter, and exchanged the package for a signature on his electronic tablet. I'm not entirely sure what I witnessed, but something was definitely not right.
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