Dear Post Office Employee Loading The Truck Outside,
It was so nice of you to offer to put my packages directly in the truck without me having to take them inside. It’s not your fault that I’m a scatterbrain and had to come back ten minutes later and ask you for my can of olives from my mom that I left in the bag. Thank you for obliging my odd request– I apologized to you, but at this point in my life I’ve accepted that I’m probably not going to stop being such a spaz.
At least you didn’t have to walk down Main St in Springfield carrying a can of Stop & Shop olives trying to find me?
Lots of Love,
The Cute Girl with All the Packages
P.S. Should I go back and offer you an olive as a token of my appreciation or would that be overkill?
