He is friendly.
He remembers people.
He always makes sure I'm paying the lowest price possible.
He doesn't even roll his eyes when Oliver escapes my clutches and starts a self guided perusal of the customer area of the post office, forcing me to weave through a crowd of postal patrons with a precarious stack of parcels perched on one arm while trying to regain parental power.
We've been reading a lot of Dr. Seuss lately, can you tell?
Well, the other day, we were at the post office and I asked for some stamps...I just wanted to be the cool mom with the Nemo stamps, OK...
Steve said, "We don't have the "Mail a Smile" stamps right now but we have last year's "Send a Hello" stamps if you want." (Which I suppose are still OK because they have "Wightning A Queen" but I digress...)
This had happened the last time I asked for the Nemo stamps, so I declined. I'd just try again another time.
And then it happened.
I think I meant it to be a little bit funny.
I wasn't thinking clearly though.
It just popped out.
"I guess I could just send some emails this time."
As soon as I said it, I had visions of Steve going postal...
I mean, you just don't talk to a post person about email.
But he didn't.
He didn't even grimace. He took it in stride. He even joked back a little...
However, I've felt a little bit guilty about it ever since.
And remember how I told you that Steve remembers people?
Now I'll forever be filed away in his brain as that girl that talks about email in a post office.
...I wonder if Steve likes cookies?