I finally did it. I left my three children — ages eight, six, and four — strapped into a minivan, at a ruralish post office with gigantic windows. The parking lot was nearly empty. All I had to do was walk in, hand the addressed, sealed, and prepaid package to the clerk, and walk out. I didn’t have to wait. I didn’t have to stand in line. I didn’t have to take my eyes off the freaking parking lot if I didn’t want to.
Confessional #25820996 "Having seen how the future turned out to be, I’d be happy to give up all the modern benefits available in 2021 and go back to the 1980’s. All I had to worry about back then was getting vaporized by Soviet nuclear missiles."
