I pull into the parking lot. “Only five cars,” I think to myself. I’ve beat the lunch rush.

By the time I get my stuff together, two more cars pull up. “I’m still doing ok.” I rush to the door, hoping to get in line before it gets longer.

On the door is a note, it read: “In honor of Veterans Day, the Post Office will be closed on Thursday, November 11.”

I’m such a dumbass.