Sep 18, 2006 17:39
I returned once again to the United States Post Office Lounge and Recreation Area located in West Olympia; the department that makes "Good Enough For Government Work" look like hard work and dedication.
This time the postal clerk asked "why didn't he put this in your box?" Thank You, only why didn't she ask this last week?
She also sighed and said she wished the regular postman would get back soon. This implies that I'm not the only one mentioning problems with our mongoloid inbred meth-addict substitute.
Besides my two CDs we also haven't received our ballots for the election, even though we've always received them in the past. Tammy has been waiting a lot longer than normal for checks from her bank. Someone else we know from the Westside mentioned a "stupid lazy mailman" who wouldn't deliver mail on some days.
I thought fucking with mail was a federal crime.
Needless to say, this postal clerk I saw today promised (for the third time) to tell the sub I'm wanting my parcel and also (for the third time) took down my number.
You know me, if I'm annoyed by a mosquito my answer involves a bazooka. I think tomorrow I'll start pestering the Inspector General.