I went to the post office this morning, and all I can say is thank God for those automated machines, the ones that weigh packages and produce your postage. You can even buy postage stamps from these machines. When I got there, there were already half a dozen cars in the lot, and it's thanks to the holiday season.
I was at the machine, and in came this woman that looked about 70, carrying four large packages. Now, it was 8am, and the post office does not open until 830am, and I heard, in that irritating whiney New York accent, "Oh, moy Gawd! They don't open until 830?" Strange thing was, she was talking out loud to.....nobody! And after saying this, she stood there, with her packages in hand, staring for what must have been two or three minutes at the door, like if she stared enough, the place would open early for her. After I took care of my business at the automated machine, I left, and she continued standing there, staring at the doors!
I hate post offices this time of year anyway, which is why I prefer going after hours. No crowds, and no morons like this woman.
I was at the machine, and in came this woman that looked about 70, carrying four large packages. Now, it was 8am, and the post office does not open until 830am, and I heard, in that irritating whiney New York accent, "Oh, moy Gawd! They don't open until 830?" Strange thing was, she was talking out loud to.....nobody! And after saying this, she stood there, with her packages in hand, staring for what must have been two or three minutes at the door, like if she stared enough, the place would open early for her. After I took care of my business at the automated machine, I left, and she continued standing there, staring at the doors!
I hate post offices this time of year anyway, which is why I prefer going after hours. No crowds, and no morons like this woman.
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