Post Office Mishap

Today is the day that was full of good intentions. I intended to sleep late on this, the last day of winter break; therefore, I woke up at 6 am. I was going to go to the post office to pick up a package that they wouldn't deliver because the sender didn't pay the postage on it. I called the 800 number on the bottom of the slip because I didn't know if the post office would have it or whether the carrier would have it. I figured the post office would since I hadn't paid the dollar, yet. They say that they were closed yesterday due to the holiday but that today resumes normal business hours. I look up the hours online and off I go--a half an hour after they should be open. I get there and the parking lot is empty and the gates are all down inside over the windows. Apparently the 800 number is either wrong OR I have the only post office in the country that is closed. FML. So, I drove to McDonald's and got a Bacon, Egg, and Cheese biscuit and came home to eat in in the peace and quiet that is the airplane take off of my furnace before starting the massive cleaning overhaul of my house. And, it's not even noon.