Why in heaven’s name the USPS always feels the need to make my life more complicated than it has to be, I will never know.

UPDATE: During my 3rd angry trip to the post office, my package (the book for my Nutrition class)  magically appeared at my house.  Husband called me JUST before I ripped a USPS worker’s head off: a dangerous venture considering their reputation for getting CRAZY.  I have since been studying Nutrition as if my life depended on it.