got balls?

I am fortunate to have balls. "Balls" as in guts, nerve, spunk, grit, temerity, brashness. Today, I was all balls. The Post Office employee told me she would not sell me a $10.95 stamp to affix to the FLAT RATE postage box. Why? We want to weight it first. Why? It's a flat rate box. It's $10.95.

I told the lady (new I think, and unfamiliar with me as a regular customer), "I've been getting the pre-printed postage for nearly 10 years now. I use these in my job. " She wouldn't budge. I replied, "OK". Took 15 feet to the left, inserted my credit card into the self-check out machine, printed two $10.95 postage stamps. And smiled largely at the lady behind the counter, ticked.

Then, in the parking lot as I approached my van, a man thew a lit cigarette out his car window with it landing at my driver door. The tobacco stick was only 1/2 smoked. Meaning the flame would burn for awhile and cause potential hazard. I picked up the lit smokie and handed it to the man saying, "Is this yours? It's still on fire. You might want to finish puffing on it or properly extinguish it. Unless your intent was to leave burning refuse on government property where persons or property could be at risk."

The man, about 50-ish, stared in embarrassment and disbelief. The lady parked on the other side of smoking man could not stop laughing. I got in my van and left (I waited to see that the man properly disposed of his cigarette).

Balls. Got 'em, Use 'em.