I'm Gonna Go, Like, Postal

Visiting the local post office is right up there with going to the dentist. Actually I think a shot or two of novacaine® would probably do wonders if they could, you know, NUMB OUT THE PAIN I must endure while standing in line. Yesterday was kinda chaotic because the whole family was present with me while I delivered my goods. Just imagine a family of four walking in with a Rite Aid cart full of boxes. Hank steered while I frantically tried to fill out the customs forms for several packages that were headed abroad (Finland! England! Sweden!). Henry was entranced with the doorbell that notified the workers behind the counter, and Alison busied herself by looking at the stamps.

The lines there always inch along painfully slow, and the workers are always so CHIPPER! I mean really. Does it really hurt to smile? And could they move any S-L-O-W-E-R? By the time I reached the front of the line, I was sweating like a pig because it was like a freakin' oven, and the clerk kept telling me, "You know if you have to tape up the package like that.....this package might not pass customs.....if you were in another clerk's line, they wouldn't let this slide.......*sigh*...but I will."

Domo Arigato. Mrs. Robato.

Today's trip to the local P.O. was a bit more entertaining despite the fact that the line snaked all the way out onto the sidewalk outside. The man in front of me felt a sense of obligation to entertain fellow customers, by asking quirky questions, like, "If the doctor gave you three pills and told you to take one every thirty minutes, how long would it take to consume all three?"

"An hour," I sighed.

"Oh you're smart!" The man's face lit up. He had an audience now.

Damn...shoulda stayed quiet.

And then he proceeded to throw out random zip codes to get people to guess the location. Like I care, mister. Then he started muttering something about the Mason-Dixon line and time zones, and basically at that point I checked out (as I'm sure you already have while reading this).

So what's the point of this post? Lawd knows! Except the fact that I hate the post office. All I do is spend time and money there.....this week's tally was almost two hours....and two hundred dollars in postage fees. Heck! For that much time and money, I'd rather get some sort of spa treatment at Burke Williams!

Oh yeah. A spa treatment. Yeah that's it. That's the ticket.

****Ed. Note Okay so I just went and re-read through Giao's post office post, and I noticed that I had commented on it. My comment read, "Going to the p.o. is right up there with going to the DENTIST." How original. SHEESH. I need to get some new lines in my repertoire.

Comments

[ani]

Oy is all I can muster up after you experience.

[Candi]

I feel that same way about PO & Dentist. In fact I would much rather go to my dentist since he is a hottie :) rofl
Also my trips to the PO usually include a couple of kids that I get to keep saying "don't touch that" to, over and over again.

[vanessa]

God bless Click-N-Ship...post office workers will ruin my days no more!

[Giao]

Argh with the awful P.O. people. Argh. I konw your pain. You know I do. I'm going to post your goodies I received via the good ol P.O. tonight, it was LOVELY to open my package and find such gorgeousness. You are fantabulous and thank you for braving the P.O. to send me delicious goodies. Thank you thank you and hope your next visit goes better (or we should all move to click-n-ship, like Vanessa has!).

[Rubber-Sol]

Oh I'll have to check out that click-n-ship goodness! Sounds too good to be true!
And dear Giao, it was certainly a pleasure to go to the good o' P.O. for you! Complaint wasn't made in reference to your package!

[alex]

Ooh how I can relate w/the post office madness!!!! I too need to look into click-n-ship too!!