Going Not Postal

I just spent 30 minutes at the post office. The place was packed, the self-service machine was broken, and there were only three people helping with the lines. But the worst part was how cordial everyone was being to each other. First, an older lady who was literally dragging a laundry basket full of packages across the floor asked if I wanted to go ahead of her (I didn’t), then the cashier saved me $40 by fixing one of my mislabeled boxes. Nobody was shoving or yelling or making snide comments about government workers. What’s wrong with people these days? I came out of there with nothing funny to write about. What a waste of 30 minutes.

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