The post office is quickly becoming one of my least favorite places to be. Lazy government employees combined with stamp-collecting senior citizens and non-English speaking customers can produce a volatile mix.
I found myself today with number 92; the number on the board was 80. I was just trying to mail a package during my lunch break, but evidentially the people in front of me didn’t have anywhere else to go.Â
One post office employee discussed American Idol with her customer while her counterpart tried to communicate with a burka-wearing Indian chick who hadn’t quite grasped the English language.
Not surprisingly, there were two employees to wait on 15 customers, and the line was growing.
The next call of numbers produced an office manager trying to purchase rolls of stamps with an unsigned company check, and an elderly lady wanting to see all of the new designs for her collection. I stood there looking at the others in line as if we were silently plotting a mutiny.
I waited twenty minutes, and mailed my package. Before I left, the government employee asked, “Do you need any stamps? Would you like your receipt? Is there anything else we can get you?”
I answered, “No, yes, and the last 20 minutes of my life back, please.”
Have you ever dated someone so young that they’ve never heard of Huey Lewis and the News?
Me neither.
J-Mac story from ESPN – I told someone over the weekend that I would put up this link.
John Belushi trains with Little Chocolate Donuts. Watch this before NBC makes YouTube remove it.
Anna Nicole – whacked out of her mind.
Under-Ease – anti-flatulence underwear
Hidden tricks using Google’s search engine.
Why Gilligan never left the island. (Warning: Contains nudity and graphic sexual content.) – Thanks, Bob F.
We’re gonna come around at twelve with some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin’ to meet you.
Benny