These Sorts of Things Happen to Me All the Time

Today I needed to go to the post office, so I went to the one in town (as opposed to the tiny one by my house where I never have to stand in line). I walked in and thought, "hey there's only one person in line; that's not bad at all." I waited for a pleasant 20 seconds and then walked up to the desk and handed the guy my envelope. He looked at it quizzically for a moment and then we had the following conversation:

postal worker: I think it's the post office you need.
me: Yes. Where am I?
(not) postal worker: You're in a bank.
me: Thank you for your time.

So, I left this so-called bank wondering when, if ever, I will learn to pay more attention to my surroundings, and walked to the post office next door where I stood in line behind 15 people and grumbled quietly to myself. What's with the people who take literally 20 minutes to get all of their post office business taken care of? What are they sending? I think the longest it's ever taken me at the post office counter is like four and a half minutes, to send a package overseas.

Anyway, I finally got away from the post office and a little later I walked to my office where I promptly sat down in my chair, which promptly broke and tipped me over on my back. I just sort of lay there for a couple of minutes, staring at the ceiling, pondering life and giggling softly.

On a higher note, I'm going to Norway tomorrow with my friend Andrea who is Norwegian, and slightly crazy. We're going for six days, and I don't know what we're going to do but I think it's going to be pretty fantastic, and I do know that we are going on a fishing boat at some point, and I'm sure there will be fjords on hand a-plenty.

(Is there supposed to be a dash in 'a-plenty', or is it just 'a plenty'?)
(plenty is a weird word.)

Right, I'll just end this post now.