Pleased to meet you, my name is asshole.
I am finally coming to grips with the fact that my personality makes it hard on those around me.
I think it may be the fact that I view those around me as playthings to be messed with for my amusement.
And I really am trying to feel bad about it, but I cannot find anything wrong it.
I had to drop off something to ship from the Post Office.
I had the airbill and the items I was shipping, so all I needed was a small Flat Rate shipping box, which they provide inside.
I didn’t even need to get in line, just put it together and leave it on a side counter.
And boy was I glad I didn’t need to wait in line.
The line stretched out the door, and down the hall.
And no one was happy.
There was a lot of grumbling and only 2 tellers.
Out of 10 windows, only 2 open, with a line out the door?
Tax dollars at work.
And, unfortunately, the tellers did not appear to be the sharpest tools in the shed.
Like, at all.
I got my box, put it together, put my stuff in, sealed it, slapped the airbill on, and put it on the side counter.
And then, I was seized with a really stupid idea.
What I should have done, was quietly leave the building without saying a word.
What I did was turn around from the side counter, located right at the head of the line, throw my arm out wide and say, loudly and firmly…
“SO LONG, SUCKERS!”
“HA HA HA HA HA!” (Arrogant pirate laugh. It’s really obnoxious.)
and walked out.
A few people laughed out loud, but they were the minority.
The majority looked at me like I had dropped trow and crapped on the floor.
Maybe I had.
On my way out the door, a girl on her cell phone was describing the whole thing.
“This guy is an asshole.”
I have to agree.
I would love to disagree, but it is what it is.
I’m lucky I didn’t get shot.
People at the Post Office, workers and customers alike, are not immune to the shitty karmic pressure the place puts on people.
Its almost like they build the Post Office on desicrated indian burial grounds.
Because something is going on.
They call it, “Going Postal”.
It is the act of losing it publicly in a public place.
If you lose it in private they call it marriage.
Piss and moan all you like, there is some truth to it.
I realize that my inappropriate behavior leads the overwhelming majority of those reading to vote for ass. (Hole being optional.)
So be it.
But it is entertaining.
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