Better to Laugh

I was at the post office today putting stamps on envelopes, not exciting in itself.  It was just after noon, closing time for the service counter.  They were finishing up the last of the customers that were in line before noon when a man came in carrying a package.  The manager told him that they closed at noon, but he could use the automated service counter.  He did not move.  She told him again to move to the automated service counter.  He did not move, and he pointed out, “They are still helping people.”  She explained that they were in line before noon.  He still did not move.  She directed him to the automated counter again and said she would call the police if he did not move.  He stayed put; she called the police.  I nervously licked the envelopes,  trying to get my mail done so that I could get the heck out of there.  I mean, what if he…do I dare say it…went postal?!   I guess he saw the police arrive, because he moved to the automated service counter.  The police came in and talked with the manager.  I finished my mail and left.  I did not see anything in the news, so I guess it ended peacefully.