I embarrassed myself quite badly today. Didn't go to the post office yesterday, but I did today with an armload of packages. The embarrassment went something like this: Armful of packages, packages teetering and falling over, me grabbing for falling packages and getting a handful of something definitely not postal, i.e. the backside of the unfortunate guy who was filling out a form at the table by the door.
"Ooop! Sorry!" I squeaked.
I'm sure I must have been as red as a beet. He was very nice about it, poor guy. When I told mom what happened, she laughed herself half-hoarse.