Photo Source: Wikimedia Commons A tally of a dozen people for one cashier in the post office and I’m the last in line. I’ll have to wait for an hour to get the sneakers I’ve ordered for my daughter--the ones she was bugging me for since last year. It’s the turn of an old man. “Just a second, please.” Behind the counter’s glass, a mobile is wedged in between shoulder and cheek, “sure, mate, go ahead, I’ve got time.” There are two other employees behind the cashier. They’re chit-chatting....