tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934230992544386909.post5717131242053405085..comments2009-12-05T11:37:09.760-05:00K. Allen Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813966197308498056noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934230992544386909.post-21766415784278094232009-12-05T11:37:09.760-05:002009-12-05T11:37:09.760-05:00Jesus, really? Doesn&#39;t surprise me, though; not in this town.K. Allen Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813966197308498056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934230992544386909.post-64129834191763886842009-12-05T11:18:31.625-05:002009-12-05T11:18:31.625-05:00A friend of mine was in George&#39;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&#39;t catch him. How&#39;s that for a shitty city?Denise Webbnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934230992544386909.post-47623553283893435822009-12-05T10:54:35.363-05:002009-12-05T10:54:35.363-05:00And don&#39;t get me started on the British postal service! Haha. I had so much stuff stolen from me when I lived over there, I&#39;m still in shock. And I lived off-base, so there&#39;s no way they knew I was an American and were just doing it for that reason. <br /><br />I can&#39;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.K. Allen Woodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11813966197308498056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934230992544386909.post-27519455096970040382009-12-05T09:28:50.527-05:002009-12-05T09:28:50.527-05:00And I thought America was the land of customer service :-)Steven Piriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02774045853057857376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934230992544386909.post-10300977434786578092009-12-05T04:11:26.778-05:002009-12-05T04:11:26.778-05:00As a delivery driver, I deal with morons on a daily basis. At times I&#39;m astounded at what they expect me to do with the product I&#39;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.Jameson T. Cainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08989529177998260901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934230992544386909.post-74424082383109637632009-12-05T03:43:08.648-05:002009-12-05T03:43:08.648-05:00I don&#39;t know who they are but they ring our switchboard (to which I am tethered weekdays) hourly.Cate Gardnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634397106201021055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934230992544386909.post-89464537512510116132009-12-05T01:33:31.518-05:002009-12-05T01:33:31.518-05:00They are the inspirations to all serial-killer stories starring postal workers.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com