"I have never been more excited to visit a post office."

Lana raised an eyebrow. "You know, I could do without the attitude."

Austin rolled his eyes. "Let's just get this over with."

The two shuffled into the tiny office, stepping in line behind an elderly man. The employee was busy, trying to explain something to him, but he seemed to be having a hard time hearing her, let alone understanding her.

"Sir, I already told you the price of stamps went up last month."

"But I always pay seven-fifty, no more, no less."

Austin and Lana shuffled their weight from foot to foot, patience wearing thin.

Finally, the man seemed to give up and waddled out of the post office, muttering something angrily to himself. The employee gestured them forward, a tired look on her face.

"Finally," Austin muttered, pulling a pistol out of his pocket. "Empty your drawer." Lana held out a reusable grocery bag for her to fill.

"Thank goodness," the employee sighed, moving to do as they requested.

They shared a glance of confusion. "What?"

"I hate this job. Always have. At least today I'll get to go home early." She began shoving dollar bills into the bag. "Seriously, thank you guys so much."

"Uh, you're welcome?" Lana offered.

Once the bag was full, they ran back out to their van and jumped inside.

"Okay, maybe the post office wasn't such a bad choice after all," Austin said begrudgingly.