mail carrier's tabernacle of the divine serendipity

I made my annual pilgrimage to the Northeast Station Post Office at 900 Blackson this afternoon -- a sort of Hajj, if you will seeing as I normally like to avoid the lines, lay back and enjoy my taxpayer-subsidized delivery service. However, in this case I was summoned to pick up a package that would neither fit in my mailbox, nor be safely placed on the front porch away from prying eyes and pedophiles.

I had ordered a Calvin Klein tuxedo online against the wishes of co-workers and soothsayers alike. But, my inner muse directed me to throw caution to the wind, and hit the submit button so that the suit would arrive well in time before the HRC Gala dinner in mid-March. Hence, the above mentioned trip to the post office five days after the fact.I walked inside and was greeted by a line of 20 people in various stages of exasperation (not to be confused with perspiration, mind you as this was an extremely clean crowd based on attire alone.)
Normally, I am not one to grouse about such things as the price of tea in Mexico, or the high ratio of customers to employees. But, I'd like to make an exception this time around. Where were my federal workers?

To compound matters, a cd player behind the counter was blasting what could best be described as a compilation of the Greatest Church Tent Revivals Hymns of 1987, forcing me to consider looking for funeral home fans in the back of the pews alongside the self-adhesive stamps and Priority Mail envelopes.Didn't separation of church and state specifically prohibit this type of proselytizing on government property? I was ready to speak in tongues, none too friendly.The lady next to me was obviously of the same agnostic mindset as we both smiled knowingly at each other and bobbed our head in time to the rhythmic chants of "praise him, praise him."A man's voice boomed from the speakers... "raise your hand if you are here to worship Jesus!"

Not surprisingly, everyone stood still in sheepish silence. Perhaps he should have asked if anyone was just there to pick up a package.