Included with my mail yesterday was a crumpled card, dated the day before, informing me that I had something at the post office that the mailman was unable to deliver and that I needed to pick up. Looking at the card I saw my local post office was open till 7:00pm. I had time, why not go?
But when I get to the post office, a sign in the window says they are only open until 5:30. The doors were locked but a guy on a bicycle by the front door explained that one of the managers would occasionally unlock the door and help people, "but I don't know if he'll help you."
When the manager came to the door, I showed him the card and asked if I could pick up my package.
"No, we're closed. You'll have to come back."
"You can't just get my package for me?"
"Well, I can tell you if it's here, but I can't give it to you. We're closed."
Showing him the card: "It says you're open until 7:00."
"Those are old cards. We close at 5:30 now."
"Um, are you going to get new cards?"
"We have them, but we're not allowed to use them until we use up all the old cards."
"Okay, can I have the package rerouted to another address?"
"No, you can't do that. But you can have the package redelivered to your apartment."
"But I'm not at my apartment when the mail comes. That's why I'm here now."
"Can you come before 5:00?"
"I'm not taking time off work to come pick up a package."
"Saturday? We're open Saturday. Can you come then?"
I don't know what the package is, but whatever it is, it better be pretty spectacular.