I won't go into the detail about precisely how rude my favorite public "servant" was yesterday (except to say that I believe she took her afternoon break while waiting on me). But it was so grating that on the way out of the post office I took that happy little take one, with the smiling lady in the blue uniform, with the headline, "Let's hear from you." (Smiling? Does Vicki know she's supposed to smile?)
I called the toll-free number and complained about dear, sweet Vicki. I emphasized that every at the post office is friendly and helpful … except Vicki. It's true. Everyone smiles, everyone chats, everyone offers me phone cards, stamps or money orders … except dour, unfriendly, unhappy Vicki.
Complaining felt good. My tax dollars help pay that bitch's salary. The least she could do is return the courtesy I show her. We all inhabit this planet together. A minimal amount of respect helps keep the emotional temperature tolerable, even during this heat wave.
But can she spit in my mail?
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