My life as a wife, mother, foster mom
September 22, 2007
The Postman is Postal
I believe that our local postmaster is "postal". We have mutual feelings for each other. I don't like him and he doesn't like me! This all started almost a year ago when we were trying to change our mail to our new address. He informed me he wasn't going to deliver mail and it ended with me saying "It is the job of the United States Postal Service to bring my mail to me and that's exactly what you are going to do". In the end we both had to compromise. I put in a circle drive and they now bring the mail almost to my front door. I'm all for compromise but it really irked me that he said he wasn't going to bring me my mail.
Anyway, I now avoid the post office at all cost and I'm pretty sure he cringes when he see me come through the front door. Yesterday I had 2 boxes of Ebay stuff I had to mail. I dropped Mandie off at work and was at the post office at one minute until 4:00. I didn't think I had anything to worry about because I'm almost sure that the post office I normally go to is open until 4:30pm. Turns out this one closes at 4:00pm. He of course was not happy to see any customer with 10 seconds left on his shift and he sure the heck wasn't happy that it was me. I try my best to be friendly and he tells me my total. I take out my PayPal debit card and he says "We stop taking credit cards at 3:00pm." Well of course you would because this is the most back woods, moronic, piece of crap post office in the entire united states. Sorry I got a little carried away. Anyway I just roll my eyes. You see we once had a store up town and we had a credit card machine. Closing it out at the end of the day consists of pushing a button. I guess if it takes him an hour do that task... well, alright that doesn't really surprise me. So I pay in cash. I'm a little aggravated and slightly happy that the sucker had me as his last customer of the day.
Amanda
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