Few things make me breathe slowly and deeply in order not to say everything I am thinking like a visit to the Grapevine Post Office.

Why does a city of 50,000 have a post office staffing two clerks at a time?

Why does buying stamps take 15 minutes to a half-hour?

And why do I keep going back? It’s like watching “Mommy Dearest” and thinking it might turn out differently this time.