Irony Alert Strikes Again

So I was excited to submit the medical forms to the Peace Corps today. My last doctor's appointment was at 4 pm downtown and to my surprise I finished by 4:20. When I walked out of the doctor's office, just a couple blocks from the Peace Corps headquarters, and realized a FedEx was on the corner, I thought it was fate. I would copy all of my info, pack it up, and hand-deliver it to the Peace Corps. That way, I would know they had my medical forms.

I left FedEx with a sense of accomplishment at 4:50 pm. The Peace Corps was just a few blocks away, so in the event they really did close at 5 pm I had enough time. When I arrived, the office was clearly still open. And yet:

Security officer: "Miss - what are you doing here?"
JayGirl: "I'm dropping off my medical forms."
Security officer: "Our office is closed."
JayGirl: "But you're still open..."
Security officer: "We close at 5 pm, ma'am. It is 5:01. We reopen tomorrow at 8 am so I would suggest you come back then."

Really? Really? I honestly couldn't even argue because I was so surprised, so I walked out the door to find a post office box right outside their office. "Hmmm... that would be really funny to mail these forms right here," I thought until I saw the giant sticker on the post office box that advises you to mail anything over x number of ounces at the Post Office. I'm not exactly sure the weight of my entire life's medical records but I am pretty sure it was over x ounces.

To add insult to injury, I passed by a just-closing Post Office on the way to the bus stop and then missed the bus by 10 seconds. The choice was: miss the bus or dash in front of four lanes of rush hour traffic... ce la vie.