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I had one last Christmas present to ship today. The post office opened at 9:30; I arrived at 9:34 and still had to wait in line for forty minutes. The man in front of me apparently only knew three words of English, but was dead set on mailing bread to a foreign country in a garbage bag. The man behind me smelled like feet and was invading my personal space, so I turned around and said, "Sir, you smell bad and you're standing too close. Thank you in advance for taking one step backward."