At the Post Office
Had to mail some packages;
Waited on a line.
Didn’t take too long and really,
Everything was fine.
Still, I was surprised to see
My matched-up window clerk
Was talking on the phone, non-stop,
The whole time she did work.
She never said a word to me,
Just pointed at a screen.
I guess this was a very normal
Part of her routine.
Perhaps, without her ear buds
And her phone call she’d be lost,
But maybe she’d have noticed
FRAGILE! on each box she tossed.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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