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Post Office Treat


Had to drop off a package at the Post Office today [ Yes Brian! I actually mailed your sandals back...] There are certain places visited on occasion that I always can be assured of a wondrous pageant of humanity and the post office is in the top 10 (?)

Others I can think of of the top of my head....

Department of Motor Vehicles!

Any Scratch Off or Lotto vendor with a roof, doors and chips.

Any Fast food within City limits

Dollar Store or Tree

and Walmart of course.


So - today - as I am in line at the Post Office - ahead of me is a woman casually dressed mailing a package. She is also wearing a full industrial respirator. ( Not around her neck either....) She was in full Darth Vader mode.

At first it was puzzling watching her try to talk to the clerk...

" You want that priority mail mam?'

" Mmmhgn mghdd mm meh muh "

I do not speak Respirator myself - but luckily the postal employee was Bilingual and the transaction was fairly seamless. My first thought was the lady was some kind of Germophobe nut job. But then my next thought is ... maybe this lady is Ms. Turbiculosis 2009?

I made a beeline for the other clerk - so I am sure that will keep me safe from the Ebola or whatever...

So upon exit, I walk past a man in the building leaning over in a telephone call. I did a shocked double take and noticed the mans pants were obviously functioning as a hammock for his ass. This was no Plumber's crack folks. This was hairy nutsville.

The guy was pushing 6"3 - so I resisted the temptation to toss in a quarter and make a wish.

He probably would not have noticed anyhow....

I am thinking I should start some kind of YouTube group. Then everyone could enjoy the show from the comfort and safety of their suburban home.

Time for bed