Dear kind ladies near the end of the line at the post office,
thank you for defending me when the harpie behind me accused me of cutting in line when I returned to the counter (as I had been told to do) with my customs slip. I hadn't cut in line and her five minute harrangue about how, "if we were in Mexico, you'd be shot!" was really quite upsetting. Being heckled by others in line saying, "I've got the gun! I've got my knife, etc..." was also very upsetting. But then, I'm such a delicate flower ... Thanks for shutting them all up with your cheery, "have a nice day! " as I slunk away in shame, even though I hadn't done anything wrong.