Disgruntled Postal Customer

I’ve been stewing about this for a while. But now I decided that you wonderful people out there get to hear my rant. Maybe I’ll feel better.

Yesterday when I got home from running a zillion errands, I checked the mail, which had not yet arrived. So I went about my business, tidying up a bit, putting Bridget down for a nap, and working.

When I checked the mail again at around 4, I had a slip on my door saying that they had tried to deliver an Express Mail package and that no one was home. Except I was home! No one knocked, no one rang. I was here and awake and had anyone knocked or rang the bell, the dog would have barked. I know that our doorbell works and the dogs vocal chords have not stopped working.

So now, I get the distinct pleasure of going to the main post office here in Garland, which I despise doing, I hate it with the burning heat of a thousand suns, because they for some reason didn’t feel like walking the damn package to the door? I honestly don’t get it. They had to walk to the door to put the notice on the door. So why not just ring the bell and deliver the package?

This, folks, is why people hate the post office. Well, this and their gross inefficiency, crazy bureaucracy and hateful counter employees. I almost killed an asshole postal worker once when trying to send my income tax return via certified mail. Granted, I was in the throes of a clomid induced Black Rage, but he really was one of the most hateful customer service people I have ever encountered. Except I’m sure I’ll find the asshole-iest one tomorrow when I go.

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