I was at the 7th street post office again, this time waiting to send some priority mail packages. Even though the line long and slow-moving, most of the customers in line were in good spirits, smiling and laughing about the wait. One notable exception was the man in this drawing, whose sour expression contrasted starkly with his crisp and freshly-ironed white shirt. He was standing a few customers behind me, so I don’t know how quickly or slowly he made his way to the front of the line, but I hope his day (and his demeanor) improved once he finally reached the service window.

8-Rock