I have often viewed the world as an amusing road, where life is an entertaining journey of highs and lows. People laugh, and people cry... But it's always good to cry while you're laughing. This is the comical way that I view life. I hope you enjoy!
Monday, 19 March 2012
Post Office Disaster
I dashed into the Post office, in a terrible hurry to mail my letters, and then I pause. I pause in shock of the 100 Ft line in front of me. There were hundreds, nay millions, of people lined up in a queue, trying to get the postage stuff out of their way [Well, there weren't really that many people, but the line was frickin' long]. I took my place at the back of the disgustingly long queue, and then with a defeated sigh, I proceeded to wait until I reached the front desk. To ease my boredom, I began practicing some of my tap-dancing steps, but quickly stopped when my follow patrons gave me awkward glances. And so I waited. Post masters came and went, but I was still in line. As the line moved forward painfully slow, I noticed one of the reasons for my hold up. Some buffoon decided that he was going to mail off 6 boxes [that's right, boxes!] filled to the brim with letters and packages. He had like 700 hundred packages and letters- stupid idiot. If you're going to do something like that, then you should come earlier in the morning when the post office is not in 'rush hour'. Some of the post masters didn't even get to go for a break. I saw one of them trying to wolf down his lunch well opening another window at the front desk. Behold! The line moved! And then there were only 3 people standing b/t me and the front desk. Anxiously I waited. But no, the lady directly before my had a humongous package that had to be weighed at different angles and then all the measurements had to be tallied- yada, yada, yada. At last she was done and I came up next only to realize that one of my bloody envelopes had the wrong stamp and I had to wait 10 mins for the one of the post masters to find the right ones. "Crap, Crap, Crap! "was all that went through my head. Finally she came back, and with my letters mailed off, I was free! Free to once again walk outside away from the confines of that terrible line! I was free! Free and euphoric with the knowledge that I had mailed the letters to the agents and my I will soon have my SSN.
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