So the other day, after my dentist visit, and before my car died (see earlier posts), I swung by the post office. And waited and waited and waited in line to send some packages. Seems that the USPS has cut back so much that no longer will that post office have more than one person serving at the counter, in spite of how many people get backed up in line. There are three spaces for attendants. Yet no bell is rung to bring more folks up to staff the scales and stamp drawers, as they do at Trader Joe’s.
So here’s a limerick that I wrote in line. The woman behind me with the tin of cookies to ship gave me the last word. I kept on trying to convince her to open the cookie tin so we could all eat them, to no avail.
It was Christmas season at the Post Office.
The pace was terribly slothish.
We waited in line
And tried to be kind.
But I wanted to ‘Go Postal’ and be nauseous.