Oh! Really?

I went to the post office yesterday, and there’s a big lineup (surprise!). I’m standing in the line, trying to concentrate and read my book, but there is this woman in front who steals all my attention. She is mailing 3 parcels; none of them have boxes. She asks the clerk for boxes, and the clerk gives her 3. The boxes are expanded, so they need assembling (and writing down the addresses and taping and so on.). The clerk asks her to do these on the side-table so the other people in the line can be taken care of. But she says that she is comfortable right where she is, and starts (right there) assembling the box, taking out her memo-book, looking down the addresses, writing down the addresses, and double checking the items in the box - one of items was a photo album and I swear she started looking at the photos inside it but for some reason she closed the album after looking at the first page. At this point I can feel her tap-dancing with high-heels on my nerves. My hair is rising, my brain is boiling.

Then she starts asking for the prices:

She: How much for this one?
Clerk: $78
She: Oh! Really?
Clerk: (Pause, Checks the computer) Yes, really, $78 by air.
S: How much by ground?
C: $45
S: Oh! Really?
C: (Pause) You should also fill out and stick these stickers on the boxes.
S: OK. But on all the boxes?
C: Yes.
S: Oh! really?
Me mumbling to her: No, she has so much free time that she wants to joke with you a bit. Oh!really?crazyidiotwoman!

Eventually, though, my imagination defeats my anger. I imagine her in bed with her partner:

S: Ooh!
Partner: Aaah!
S: Ooh!
Partner: Aaah! I’m having an orgasm.
S: Oh! Really?
P: ?!?!?! (Looks at the lower organs) Well I was pretty sure until you asked!

I get back to the real world. It’s my turn in the line, FINALLY. I give the parcel to the clerk.

C: To?
Lulu: Iran.
C: Air or ground?
Lulu: Air please.
C: comes to $210.
Lulu: OH, REALLY?