The post office sucks. Everybody who works there is a total dillrod, their hours are like fucking Brigadoon, and the lines during those fleeting hours are filled with the angriest, shootiest people America has to offer. But who can blame them? They are waiting in a 25 minute line to probably not get helped by the one surly asshole working the counter. In conclusion, few other places can brag of bringing into the lexicon a term for going insane and hurting people, except for maybe theme restaurant Medieval Times.RATING: 23%
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Once, my girlfriend and I went to the post office because she hadn't received her guaranteed next day package. When we got to the front, we gave them the tracking number and they "went into the back to find the manager." 25 minutes later the sweaty manager comes out and says she had personally delivered the package the previous day, and maybe we should check our mailbox again like we missed it. Yes, rather than admit they messed up, they actually went to our place while we were waiting and dropped off the package.
(I wrote the post to tell this story, but it was too long for the actual post.)
Yeah but for 44 cents they will carry a letter across the country for you. That's still pretty sweet.
The message I am writing right now will be instantly transmitted across the country to you and it cost me a fraction of a cent.
Good point.
I'm still amazed you guys get postal service on Saturdays. I don't think Canada has for 35 years. (I just pulled that number out of my hat--I dunno if we ever had weekend deliveries!)
You should check out The Postman by David Brin except it's a book.
Also, that's what hospitals are like in Canada, and what grocery and hardware stores, car dealerships, apartment rental offices, and pet shops were like in the Soviet Union. Gobama!
The post office is usually full of old people, too. Have you ever seen an old person try to use one of those automated postal machines? It's like they're trying to figure out the meaning to life. Press the 'No, Thanks' button, goddammit.
my postal workers r friendly and the post office is open 24 hours/day (w/limited hours on sun.) near my house b/c its a hub at a airport
I saw the manager who hand-delivered our package again today. Someone asked her directions and she pluckily responded how she didn't know how to get anywhere around here, because "I'm not from here and I don't plan on staying here." The people on line all seemed baffled. They were like, how long have u been here? She said 4 years. They were like, uuh, that's kind of a long time. One guess where she is from. Did u guess? NEW ORLEANS! Poor traumatized Katrina evacuee. Clearly she knows how to get to our apt complex. Clearly she is not leaving Houston anytime soon.
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