Post Office Rant

To the jerk at the post office who held up the line for 17 minutes (yes, I timed it) while weighing and stamping 4 boxes of packages and letters.

I mean, seriously. We know you're a big wheeler and dealer in the Ebay game, we heard about it multiple times during this mailing process, which I believe started sometime roughly in the Paleolithic Age. We don't care that you're making a killing on Ebay. We don't care that you can quit your regular job "in a few years" and live solely off the Ebay tit. We don't care that "this is the third month in a row of growing profits!"

All I wanted to do was hop in, mail out my package, and be on my merry way. Still, even my humble wishes seem to be out of reach. What we do care is that you're holding up a line of people for something that should have been done at your house. Wow, here's some more people coming in, assessing the situation and then hunkering down with the rest of us while to diddle around up there and launch into another epic tale of internet glory.

Here's a hint. Write this down, idiot. When even the postal worker recommends that you get a postal scale for your home, i'd take it as a very very strong hint. Look to the left, see that postal scale on the wall. It's for sale. Buy it. Take it home, get online and buy some postage. I'll even give you a head start. Go to www.usps.com and buy some. Then, weigh and print out your own postage at home and regale your cat or dog with whimsical stories of how Mrs. Muddlehoffer in Bent Elk, North Dakota got totally screwed on the commemorative Elvis plate you're sending her. I don't care that you got it at some garage sale for $2 and sold it to some housewife for $30. The 11 other people with me don't care. Oh, and the best part is that since you make a sizeable income from this Ebay thing, IT'S ALL TAX DEDUCTABLE. That means it's pretty much FREE! So thanks for making me wait all that time with 3 kids, a bunch of pissed off rednecks and one increasingly pissed off postal worker. You know they're on a hair trigger as it is.

Oh, and it really put the cherry on our sundae when you took out the paperback book and started reading. Nice. Epic. You sir, have cast iron balls. Thanks for making my life and my time that much more precious. Dick.