Lulu processed the packages and asked me questions. When I answered it felt like we understood something about the customer-employee dynamic like ‘no one really knows what’s going on, we have to say these words to each other that someone faraway at FedEx invented. We are the people between FedEx and the things we want.’ Like I was thinking ‘I want this to be mailed but I don’t care how and I don’t know what’s going to happen when I leave’ and Lulu was thinking ‘I am at work and things about this place are normal to me; maybe ideally I’d be doing something else, but right now I’m helping this person, I know how to help them and after I do my job I don’t know what’s going to happen.’

Lulu said ‘I’m gonna close it now’ about my envelope. I said ‘oh great, thanks. Yeah, it would’ve been like ‘oh no, big mistake’ if it was closed and the wrong package.’ Rested my eyes on a box behind the counter with ‘IRONLUNG’ printed on the side in large letters. Lulu said ‘okay you can pay now.’ I grabbed the phone, thinking it was the credit card swiping device. Lulu laughed and said ‘no you give the card to me.’ I laughed a little and handed her my card as I said ‘I thought, you know. It looks like one of those things.’ She handed me a stapled receipt but didn’t let go. I watched the receipt and nodded while she said when the things would arrive in other places, something about a tracking number, going online. Then she let me take the receipt. I smiled, said ‘thank you so much’ as I walked to the door, studiously looking at the receipt without reading it. I stopped and turned to face where lulu now stood, in the middle of the store. I said ‘wait don’t I have to sign?’ She laughed and said ‘no that’s it.’ I smiled like a big idiot and said ‘thanks’ as I exited FedEx, feeling mildly like Judd Nelson at the end of ‘the Breakfast Club,’ raising his hand triumphantly with Molly Ringwald’s earring in his ear as the frame freezes before the credits.

10:31pm: Baby took this day out. Now all I have to do is the box of books. And like, what, call dad? Easy. Easy peasy. A rapper could be like ‘[something easy] I got that shit: kindergarten.’

Hungry. Driving to Wawa to get BLT.

10:48pm: this guy in Wawa…I can’t even…it was like a Mike judge movie or something, how much he didn’t know what was going on…not even going to try to reproduce…wish I had a stenographer with me…you’d also need to see him though…jesus…