My Experience with Snail Mail

Dear Wal,

Today I experienced something that I've never experienced before; sending a package via snail mail. Yes, in this age of the internet, it isn't so unbelievable that I have never sent a package through the mail, but for me it was a very anxiety producing and slightly demeaning experience. None the less, I know how to send a package in the mail now. And I reminded myself of how to send a letter.
I and several of my friends decided we were going to send a bunch of stuff to Rhett and Link, because on their show Good Mythical Morning they have this thing called Thursday Means Mail. So, we gathered together a bunch of miscellaneous items, and I put it all in my backpack. I got off the bus at the library in downtown (that's where I usually write these posts from, but not tonight because of this adventure) and happily went off to the post office, to send things to California. Then I reached the parking lot. About six people had decided that they wanted to back out all at once, and of course I tried to walk in the middle of all of them instead of using the sidewalk like a rational human being (rationality?! sanity?! HA!). Thankfully this is a small town, so people don't mind waiting for idiots like me to cross the parking lot.
Once I got inside, then I had to decide on a package. That was extremely stressful, but not that hard as it turned out. I just got one that was the right size. Then I put everything in it. Or so I thought. In the stress of the whole ordeal, I had forgotten to take the letter explaining all the random things I had put into this package  out of my notebook, so it didn't get into the package at all. I paid for my package. The post office lady was very nice, she walked me through everything. Someone behind me even made a joke about how they sent X amount of packages per month, and still couldn't get it right. I left without even noticing that the letter was still with me. It wasn't until I got home that I realized what had happened. So I wrote on the back of the letter explaining what had happened, and got an envelope. That's what you do with emails, right? Anyway, I figured Rhett and Link would get a kick out of it.
Then I discovered that I couldn't remember where to put the stamp. Total. Failure. So I ran to the internet, and looked up how to properly address a letter. I successfully followed the directions, and put my letter in the mailbox. Now I get to wait.

/endrant

P.S. 300 pages out of 900 of The Dark Tower. I'm winning. Slowly.