Yesterday I had to venture to the post office to pick up a certified letter. I swung by my mother-in-laws on the way and she agreed to watch Brigham since he loves the post office as much as I do.
As I entered the post office, the line was almost to the door. Our post office has a designated window just for pick-ups; however, no one was there, so I proceeded to take my spot in line. Well, apparently another gentleman decided my spot was his spot and pushed his way in front of me. I was going to let him stay, but the guy who was in front of me decided he didn't want me to be nice and informed the gentleman that the line should end with him instead of me.I waited patiently and was finally called to the next register. By this time, the line was past the front entrance.
The postal worker informed me that I could pick up my certified mail at the window, which was closed, and then announced to the rest of the post office that anyone with pick-ups could do the same. People began racing to the window holding their certified mail tickets in the air as if they had the winning lottery ticket. I was again shoved to the end of the line. Another postal worker opened the window and called for the owner of the ticket with the winning lotto number 8121... I pushed my way through the crowd as everyone gawked, cursed and stepped aside.
I had won! Unfortunately, my prize didn't have any monetary value. It was a notification from our home builder that our water may be turned off for 8-10 hours and we may have plumbers trapseing through our home for a week.
4 comments:
Don't you just hate waiting in lines?! Especially when someone offers to let a friend cut in front of them without realizing they are also cutting in front of how many others? We had that happen in a college admissions line at U of U when your dad was signing up for some classes. I am usually very reluctant to speak up in public but not in that situation. When he asked someone ahead of us if they minded letting him go first, I said "Did you ask the rest of us!?" That prompted some others behind us to object also, but the guy was too thick skulled to even be bothered by our objections.
Aww thank godness for small towns.
wow! good move leaving the baby at home. my kids hate the post office which make me hate the post office.
lora
I always have mixed emotions of laughter and impatience when I go to the post office. I get impatient but I just can't help but laugh when I see all the other impatient people.
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