I'm Old

Standing in line at the post office yesterday I noticed the following about the women who had packages to mail. For some reason, I didn't care what the men were doing. Guess I didn't relate to them. All the older women were in line waiting for the real people to weigh packages. All the young women, usually with two or three small children in tow, went to the self-service machine. Hmm. I waited for about 20 minutes for that real person at the counter. Hmmm... I'm not sure I'm comfortable with what that says about me. Next time, I'm going to the self-service machine...