God, people suck.
I just got back from the post office where I witnessed an older lady bitching and causing a scene because the postal clerk wouldn't box, pack, and tape up her package—with their tape and packing material! Oh, the nerve of that postal clerk! The irate woman kept shouting, "Are you seriously not going to give me a little poppy-wrap and a piece of tape? This is so ridiculous!" Ridiculous, indeed. A little poppy-wrap? (Sounds yummy!) A piece of tape? This is how she viewed the situation—in a completely delusional state. The box was two-feet long and a foot tall!
And then, some speaka-no-English dummy refused to pay 25 cents and use the public copier. He kept saying, "No! You copy. You copy." Just those three words, ad infinitum, or so it seemed. He wanted the postal clerk to make a copy for him—with their copier!
I know I shouldn't be, but I cannot be anything but absolutely baffled in situations like this. And it's like this every single time I go to the post office! Who are these people?
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They are the inspirations to all serial-killer stories starring postal workers.
I don't know who they are but they ring our switchboard (to which I am tethered weekdays) hourly.
As a delivery driver, I deal with morons on a daily basis. At times I'm astounded at what they expect me to do with the product I'm delivering (which happens to be oil and lubricants in drums, pails and cases). I have to remind them that I am not their stockboy and if they want the cases stacked up high on a shelf or a pump swapped out from an empty drum to a full one, then they had better get off their asses and do it themselves.
And I thought America was the land of customer service :-)
And don't get me started on the British postal service! Haha. I had so much stuff stolen from me when I lived over there, I'm still in shock. And I lived off-base, so there's no way they knew I was an American and were just doing it for that reason.
I can't even begin to tell you how many times I got empty boxes/envelopes in the mail, or mailed something out that showed up empty.
A friend of mine was in George's Cafe and some punk who he dealt w/ while working for DYS comes in, looks right at him then turns and slaps this random woman in the face while she was having dinner w/ her family. Her husband chased him out but didn't catch him. How's that for a shitty city?
Jesus, really? Doesn't surprise me, though; not in this town.
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