Post Office + Toddler = Trouble

Here's a little story from a couple of weeks ago.
It was the Friday before Christmas and I needed to run to our little post office to get stamps for DRL's business. Not just regular stamps, postcard stamps. And I needed to buy 200. DRL was home and the girls had had an early release from school, so I picked Bubba up from daycare and headed to the post office.
As soon as we walked in the door Bubba started having a fit. Now being the Friday before Christmas, there's a line about 8 people deep, so this wouldn't be a quick in and out trip. But, I only had the one kid and I wasn't in a hurry, so really it wasn't anything to stress over. I pick Bubba up and try to console him. I point out the cute little girl in the red coat behind us. "No." I point to the reindeer display on the wall. "No." Just cry, cry, cry, and say no about any attempt at distraction.
One of the postal workers finishes up with the customer she is helping and asks the queue if anyone minds letting the crying baby go first. No one does. So up we go and I plop Bubba onto the counter. He immediately stops crying. He is all happy throughout the transaction and out the door and back into the car. Such a little stinker, but rather handy. He has already been requested by some friends for next year at Christmas time.