Post office transcendence.

Mom ventured quickly to the post office after dropping me off at nursery, in order to avoid the crowd. She was fairly successful, but the line piled up at lightning speed as soon as Pompom let go of her first morning gas. 

After the gentleman in front of mom was finished (after sending 150 envelopes that had to be individually stickered and stamped), the craziness ensued. 

Mom politely started filing out her forms and a crazy woman in the middle of the line started yelling. Like, yelling, yelling.

The best and worst part about being an expat is not understanding your new language. All mom could do was smile and giggle and she sent off her packages to the good ole US of A! 

All mom could think was...

"Is this lunatic yelling at me? Or about me? Or about the post office only having one worker to handle 20 people?" 

WHO CARES!!!!! Seriously, the lady had already ruined her own day, she wasn't going to ruin mom's, too! 

There's something about ignorance that truly is bliss. So next time mom hears something not so nice in English, she's going to apply the same logic and "shake it off," as my idol Taylor Swift would say! 

Funny how when you don't understand negativity, you can't interpret it in a way that hurts you. Where as if you do understand, you often make it mean something it doesn't. Not anymore!!  A smile and giggle is MUCH more appealing anyway. 

See?!