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After a horrible day with everything going wrong I stood in a long line-up at the post office. The room smothered me with a mixture of muggy air and heat.

I slowly plodded toward the counter. The lady in front of me took forever getting her mail together. She reminded me of a little only lady tallying up her pennies at a bank. The girl working at the counter wasn’t any swifter. She worked slower than a two ton snale.

I felt so tired. I endured it though. I’m trying to get things sorted so that I can sell merchandise on E-bay to raise money for my Uncles, Danny’s liver transplant.

Twenty-five minutes later I finally got to the front of the line.

“I’d like to open up a P.O. box please,” I requested.

The girl looked at me and uttered, “what’s a P.O. box?”

I don’t think the look I had on my face could ever be repeated again in the history of all mankind.

“You work in a post office and you don’t know what a post office box is?” I sneered.

“You just put the address that’s on your house,” she suggested.

“That’s not what a P.O. box is,” I snapped. I couldn’t believe it. “Are you kidding me?”

“I can get a manager,” she replied.

I stormed out of the place. I had to get back to work and didn’t have time for this stupid crap. Seriously, do I need to run into all the idiots on the planet?

To say I feel frustrated would be an understatement.

I know what’s going on. I’m stuck in a Men In Black series and all the postal employees are really aliens.

It’s a good thing I don’t have one of those flashing do-hickies. I’d be flashing the shit outta people. Face SLAP – FLASH – You know what a P.O. box is. Have a nice day.