Heading home for lunch.

I stopped at this post office in the middle of nowhere (as in, miles of farm land in every direction and 5 crumbling houses next to this shop and post office). The only people in the office when I walked in were the clerk (pictured) and a man with no shirt and no shoes picking up his mail. She was hanging a hand written sign up just at that moment that said “Out to Lunch”. I had to beg to be able to send my package and not wait for her to get back. How much business can this location get that she could have denied me? 

(In case you are wondering, I had gone on the road with the keys to an old apartment still attached to my ring. Had to send them back to the management in a hurry. Typical me.)