friday night at fedex

tonight after work found me walking through a somewhat shady part of town to pickup a missed package. i had felt sad at the prospect of spending even part of my friday night at such a lame place, but was, of course, rewarded with an extra long stay. they couldn't find my package for about half an hour so i ended up sitting it out in the store. i thought i'd be the only person to be at the fedex during the last half hour it is open, but, first, a south asian guy comes in with tons of little packages. then a british couple - he with slightly fruity shoes, she with a chic coat - comes in and retrieves a packet. then another man comes in to ship boxes of something that could be dubious, medical waste/experimentation, to be quickly followed by a black guy, scrolling through his blackberry, while also pulling cd cases out of his jacket pocket. finally, an eastern european man walks in to mail something and starts pulling out random papers at the box counter. now, while i'm sure the rundown seems slightly crazy, it was just interesting to think that these people, who seemed to come from very different walks of life, all had late evening business to do at a random fedex on the westside. and who knows where the packages they retrieved were from or the destination of the packages they sent off - it struck me as a really small world or one with infinite possibilities.