PUt me out of my Misery, Please!!!

Yesterday, I had to go to the Post Office and usually my wait is not very long.  But this day, the line was out the door and only one person helping at the counter.   It was my luck that I stood next to a woman who doesn't appreciate the value of silence.  This is where my misery began...there was a child in the line who was very cute and happy, all in the line had a great smile whenever he laughed and looked our way...the woman next to me decided that I must be baby friendly (go figure!) and proceeded to talk to me about babies.  I was very polite.  She asked if I had children.  I responded yes (my mistake) and then for the next 20 minutes (yes that's how long it took to get to the front of the line) I learned that she had a baby when she was 18, she started dating her husband when she was 15 they are still married and he is turning 50.  Her husband's father died at the age of 52 so she's making him go to the doctor.  Her daughter "name" was 26 and finally moved out of the house with her best friend who is like her sister.  But her daughter, still comes home and has her father do her laundry and she comes over to eat most of the time to save money.   But as parents they must have done something good, both of her children have graduated from college (I was afraid to ask what they did now..so I didn't)  Then, i found out that her mother left her three sisters and her dad took care of them.   Oh it goes on...the story of her father being reunited by a lost daughter, the lectures she give her kids that very few folks who were married as teenagers were still married....by the time I got to the front of the line.  I wanted to kiss the clerk because that's when she stopped talking.   You can tell that the people around me also didn't want to hear her story, everytime the chapter in her life changed, there was a unison sigh from the folks around.   I mistakenly did the "pastor" thing, nodding my head and trying to care!!!  I was really praying that someone would putl me out of my misery ten minutes into the conversation.   The interesting thing is that I rarely said any words, just a nod, and then I turned my head away. 

So what did I learn from this, if the line is long at the Post Office, come back!!!