Christmas at the Post Office

[Uncle Fester]

Stopped in to mail a package this morning.

There was a huuuuuge line.

What's the deal with old people and the post office? They hang out, they write checks to buy 3 stamps, they tell their life story to the clerks. Is this the pot of gold at the end of the retirement rainbow?

Givens in life:
* Every junkyard has a passel of retarded yaps who hang out in the office with the mongoloid owner.

* Every bank has someone in line with a complicated bank problem -- a money order from Tunisia, a guy cashing in 3,000 pennies, a wire transfer to Mars, etc...

* Every post office has a line of old farts a mile long.

The goofball in front of me in line handed over a gigantic box to the clerk. He looked stunned when the clerk told him that in order to have it delivered, he'd have to write the address on the package in order for it to be delivered. He said, "Ohh, heh heh, I thought there was a stamp for that or sumpin."

After borrowing a pen from the clerk, he wrote in the destination address in the upper left corner. The clerk said, "Sir, that's where you write your return address." He gave her his best "there was one?" look and proceded to furiously scribble out the left corner of the box.

An angry murmur arose from the people in line.

"Do you need insurance?" she asked.
"Yes," he said.
"What is the item worth?"
"$650 dollars."

It was shocking to hear that this guy had $650 worth of anything to his name.

"You'll have to fill out these forms, please move to the side."

I stepped to the counter like Newman ordering Jambalaya from the Soup Nazi.

The line had grown by about 20 people and I heard rumbling in the crowd about "lynching" or giving the guy a "ride on the rail."

I paid for the package and got the hail out of there.

[Wolfman]

next time try the UPS store or any of the many
pack and send stores that exist and leave the
USPS to us old farts !!

(-:

[Bizzarofelice]

I work in tha hood.

We have the old people as well as the poor people giving the postal employee more attitude than information. "Sharnaynay sez I kin git mah mail at this location cuz the landlawd ain't fix the mailboxes since they get broke into on tha 5th of e'er month from people stealing the gubmint checks."



Of course they end the snapfest with "oh and can I get an application for a job?"

[Mister Bushice]

Givens in life:
* Every junkyard has a passel of retarded yaps who hang out in the office with the mongoloid owner.

* Every bank has someone in line with a complicated bank problem -- a money order from Tunisia, a guy cashing in 3,000 pennies, a wire transfer to Mars, etc...

* Every post office has a line of old farts a mile long.

forgot one Fester. The DMV. There are 10 different lines to stand in all with 8 people in them, and then there are all these people just hanging around, sitting in the chairs along the wall, and a dozen or so more out side in front. I've stood in line to register a car for an hour and these shlumps in the chairs never friggen move. They don't look up when the crackly speaker turns on to announce the next name for the eye vision test or the license photo, they just sit there, staring at the floor, or looking around the room like they can't remember which line they should be standing in so they gave up trying. WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?

[Hobbes]

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?

Must be members of the leper colony.

[Uncle Fester]

I think they LIVE there.

Sometimes they wander out to the airport and just HANG AROUND.

Then they drift over to the Starbucks and spend another 12 hours staring at the gas fireplace log.

After that, it's back to the DMV to peruse another stack of 8-year-old Popular Mechanics.

Maybe life is really an episode of the Twilight Zone.

[YD]

last week my wife forgot to get the huge bag of stahbucks beans when she made the run to Costco.

she asked me to go pick it up saturday, so I went about 11am

holy ho-ho's! they had 20 registers open and each one had a line of tards with the big orange carts loaded with stuff. I was pissed none of the fooks let me take cuts. They even looked at me like I was a fleshy headed mutant, because I just had the coffee.

costco at christmastime= sux and gax