An exhausted looking woman shuffled her feet into the post office.
Everything about the woman was tired; an oversized winter coat hung limply from her frame, her hair was dull and lifeless, and deep bags drooped from her eyes.
Yawning, she pushed a small package across the counter to the clerk.
“Regular delivery, please.”
“Sure thing, Mrs. Williams,” the clerk responded.
Taking the package from her, the clerk asked, “Are you ok today, Mrs. Williams? You don’t look too good.”
He turned from his patron to the computer in front of him, and weighed the small package. The scale beeped, he typed something into the computer, and printed out a ticket.
The woman’s eyes dropped shut and her chin dropped to her chest, as she leaned against the counter.
The clerk pursed his lips in concern when he glanced at the woman.
Clearing his throat, the clerk said, “Ahem, Mrs. Anderson,” as he pasted the white sticker onto the package.
Her head jerked up, “Oh, sorry about that. I haven’t been sleeping very well lately. I’m dealing with a spider infestation.”
She leaned over the counter and whispered, “They web me in at night. I’ve had 4 exterminators come and no one can take care of the problem. Where ever I sleep at night, they find me and wrap me up so tight I can’t move.”
Shuddering, she confided quietly in the clerk, “I can feel their cobwebs now.”
The clerk’s eyes grew round in disbelief and confusion.
“Now, what do I owe you, young man?” the woman asked as she slowly blinked and opened her purse.
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