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?
