Post office employees, you know, the guys and girls that work behind the counter, they are easy to recognize by that empty stare gazing from their eyes, and those official looking shirts that never fit the soulless person wearing them.
I have no idea how you classified sellers deal with that place on a regular basis, there always seems like new faces and constant training going on between Quaalude breaks.
While I was patiently waiting in the never moving line to mail my one small box , I watched in amazement as a middle aged mailman was trying in vain to help out a very displeased customer, whom I'm sure was named "Karen" , it appeared that this particular "Karen's" "very important package" was some how missing, our friendly mailman was trying in vain to explain that the package had, indeed been delivered to the correct address, according to the GPS posting from the delivery person. This explanation did little to satisfy "Karen's" as to what happened to her "very important package" as the GPS coordinates were just numbers, so once again our static faced mailman leaves the counter area {I'm waiting to hear a single gun shot at this time} only once again our hero reappears with a single piece of paper and explains to said "Karen" that is was a picture of the very street and home of the addressed person , with a dot right in the front of said home, as this woman looks right in his eyes and says " Why would they deliver this "very important package" to a spot right in the middle of the road ?
At this time, the man that I now, respect more than any other, calmly explains to "Karen" that the GPS tracker is mounted to the dash of the truck !
Last edited by jimy; 02/02/22.
