Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The post office.

I am convinced that waiting in line at the post office is a form of modern torture. It's silent except for maybe the wail of a baby. People are shuffling forward at a snail's pace. The damn phone won't stop ringing (apparently, it's not in their budget to have an answering machine because the phone must have rang 30 times). The walls are gray and the room is small. The tone is somber. The guy behind me belches twice and coughs into my hair. He's standing so close I can smell the smoke off his clothing. Everyone is looking around helplessly while the one employee rings people up. A girl looks through the array of boxes to figure out which one she needs to use to ship her order in. You'd like to make conversation with the person in front of you but it seems she is just as annoyed as you are.

I am only there to buy some stamps for my workplace, but still those 10 minutes felt like a hour of hell, waiting in line to be served prison food.

3 comments:

Gina said...

I HATE the post office! I avoid it at all costs... I even buy stamps at CVS or the grocery store. I swear all those people that show up on the "People of Wal-Mart" website hit the post office first.

Deborah said...

I think I like this post more than I should.

Niki Lamie said...

Bleh! I had to stand in line for over 45 min recently. NO fun!!! I left with a migraine from h . e . double hockey sticks!!! Even made Rich stop at the grocery store for me since he was on his way home as well.... I was afraid if I stopped I wouldn't be able to drive home.

BTW you can buy stamps at walmart at the customer service counter, and you can get them from automated machines that some post offices have.