Annual Festival

I must post as I do every year about my tax day celebration. I was so exhausted by 7pm when I set out for the big post office, but luckily, i had to go to Trader Joe's to get mayo for the cafe anyway. I was excited to remember once I got there that there is also a delicious mexican place and an equally pleasing ice cream joint in the same neighborhood.
At the Trader Joe's check-out, the woman said to my basket full of mayo "Mayonnaise emergency?" I explained that I was a cook for a small outfit and that it would be going into our curried tuna salad. She stuck her face into the bag and whispered to the mayo "Don't worry, you're going to a really good home!"
The line at the p.o. was relatively short, almost not long enough for me to scarf down my tacos, and I was soon auto-piloting home, where I was very soon in bed.