It's Mee!

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A familiar and unexpected face in by booth late Sunday afternoon. Before online shipping services, I used to spend a lot of time in line at the River Road Post Office, shipping pottery orders and Christmas presents. Got to be on a first-name basis with the counter clerks, Henry and Val and Cheryl and Mee. Even gave them each a painted mug from my seconds stash, one year. All gone, now, though I ran into Mee once afterward, working the West Eugene branch.

So when a vaguely familiar Asian woman came into the booth, my brain was going, Why do I know that face? It was Mee, down from Portland, there to pick out a piece from me. She got the sunflower dinner pasta bowl, and a hug.