My hubs unexpectedly needed my car today for work and even when he got home, I had the day job to finish up. When I was finally done, it was getting dark and the only open places close enough for me and my terrible night vision to reach were the E.R. and the post office lobby.
I chose the P.O.
That seemed slightly less intrusive than waltzing in on people in crisis.
There was a dude intently sorting through his mail and I felt very lurkerer as I tried to discreetly take a picture and leave the books without seeming like I was planting suspicious items. I did a lot of staring at packaging supplies while jingling my keys like I needed to get into my P.O. Box.
But success as you can see below!
Maybe next year I’ll have daylight hours to drop at a coffee shop or a school.
I’ll laugh if I get a call from my dad tomorrow saying, “I went to check my mail and someone left books in here!”
Even more so if he says, “I picked them up for you!”