Travel Journal

You Gotta Be Kidding Me

(Tuesday 16 December 2014) by Rick Clot
Today I stood in line at the Post Office for a half hour with two medium sized boxes in my hand waiting to mail them off to the grandkids in Chicago. They contained an assortment of Christmas presents and represented the next best thing to being there. After the first five minutes my back started talking to me and after fifteen minutes it turned into a loud scream. Not helping the situation was the fact that the four people in front of me in line had wrong or incomplete zip codes on their packages which required the postal clerk to manually look up the correct information and forced me to deal with my screaming back for that much longer. Someone please tell me how it is possible for four consecutive people to have incorrect mailing information. Doesn't anyone proofread their address labels? How can you possibly have a zip code with only four digits? C'mon people, get your head out of your you know what and smell the coffee. It's soooo hard to wish stupid people a Merry Christmas.

Until Next Time,
Lovin' the Holiday season,


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