In Under the Wire

Nothing like the government breathing down your neck to really motivate you. In at 10:20 and out at 12:56, I officially became one of THOSE people. I'd like to say never again, but why make a promise I probably can't keep?

I'm sure you can put two and two together. If not, then you must not know what day it is.

I still haven't decided what's a more hostile line to be in - the post office at 10:00pm on April 15th with people begrudgingly handing money over to the IRS, or opera fanatics waiting 5 hours for $20 orchestra tickets (reg price $80-300) for a sold out Renee Fleming performance. I suppose I'm beginning to make standing in line into an art form. This experience doesn't rank very high on the list. A smelly post office and the man behind me constantly encroaching on my space made for a less than enjoyable experience. Plus my departing gift was only a receipt and not a ticket stub to a game or concert. Oh well, score one for the IRS.

Picture above - the crowd at 11:55 at the Massachussetts Ave Post Office. Picture above right - a line of postal trucks waiting to take the last minute tax forms to their final destination.