And this is why I will not vote for a winner in the general elections
The operator who answers the telephone for customer service sounds really sexy at the post office. I went to the local yokelGlassell
3950 EAGLE ROCK BLVD
LOS ANGELES, CA
… for the simplest task. I almost felt as if I was wasting my time as there's a mail box at the corner from where I work. I figured I have an hour to kill for lunch, so I would visit the nearest US Post Office.
After waiting in line, I am met by King Philip whom with thick native accent explains to me that the next dispatch would be at 4PM and that he could assure me that my letter would be postmarked with today's date. It's not that I didn't trust him, or that I'm a grumpy ol` fogy, but I asked him to return to me my letter so that I could drop it off myself.
Long story short… I drive out to another post office at top speed. After the clerk accommodates my request there (with a lashing of my whip that I keep in the trunk of my car. "Post mark it, slut!!"), I began to wonder WTF? i thought all post offices were supposed to provide simple services like that. I plan out my next strategy for a quick lunch order at the Beef Bowl, but the left turn arrow signal on Glnd and S.F. doesn't turn green. I'm sitting in line there for another five minutes before I make a u-turn and ponder a change of plan for lunch. Hard Times came thru in a clutch. I sat there waiting for my Eggplant parmesan sandwich listening to a hi-def version of KLOS rock music and reading the metro section of today's newspaper on a mafia segment they've been running the last couple days.( Collapse )