It always seems that when I go to the post office everyone and their mother needs to be there as well. And they always have “problem” questions while I usually just need one little thing to be weighed. I’m convinced it’s some conspiracy against me but that’s not the point of this entry. There were three workers all helping customers and I was number 7 in line of what ended up to be 12 or so. When I walked in there was a lady already being helped so I’m not sure how long she had been up to the counter but she didn’t leave until I was almost helped.
This lady had three children with her. There were 2 boys looking to be about 5 and 3 years old. Then she had an infant who looked somewhere between 6-9 months that was on the floor in a car seat (I don’t have kids so I don’t know if that’s what this thing is called that the baby was in but you get the idea). Anyway, her two older boys are running amuck playing with displays and the stocked shelves of envelopes and whatnots. I could understand at some level because I was likewise bored and wished I had something to distract me but seeing as I didn’t and was cranky, these kids were making me more irritable.
At one point the younger of the two boys walks over to his little brother in the car seat and begins to
play poke him. At first there is a little bit of laughing from the infant but the other boy gets bored. He pulls out a plastic grocery bag that was on the side of the car seat and preceeds to put the sack over the infants face smothering him. I’m thinking holy crap am I really seeing this?? The mother turns around and yanks the sack off the infant and grabs the boy by the shoulder telling him something like “you never ever ever put things over someone’s face.” I would like to interject here that the whole thing happened so incredibly fast that before I could say anything, and yes I was going to, the mother had turned around and removed the bag. Lest you think I was going to just stand by and watch.
The boy sort of shrugged his shoulders and went off again to play with his older brother. I don’t think it was a shrug as in I’m destined to be a deviant and have no concern for human life but more of a I’m 3 and I don’t understand the gravity of the situation and I want to go play because I’m bored. The mother turned back to the post office worker to finish whatever transaction she was in the middle of. But not before she handed the baby the plastic bag to play with as a distraction until she was ready to go. WHAT?? That’s a plastic bag! And a baby! I don’t know what disturbed me more, that she would give the bag to the baby or that as I looked around to the people in line no one seemed to be bothered with it. Or maybe no one had noticed.
You know when you get that nervous, anxious feeling when you think something bad is going to happen? Well that’s how I felt the whole time I was watching this kid with the plastic bag. Thankfully the bag never came close to his face again and the lady finally finished, turned around, took the bag away and gathered all her kids out the door. Talk about stress at the post office.