Just Getting My Mail, That's All

For years I've had a Post Office box for purposes of my clinical social work license and other stuff. I pick up my mail every other week or so generally on a Sunday afternoon. Old post offices are pretty neat places with their high ceilings and study bricks for walls. I generally sort through my mail and jettison the junk mail (which is mostly what I receive both at home and at the post office) in the recycling bin right then and there. I didn't do that today. A woman was singing loudly and with great enthusiasm to the recycling bin and I didn't want to disturb her. After all, I have my own recycling container and it was looking pretty good today.