I don't always blog -- but when I do I like to blog about ridiculous trips to the post office

Right, so I was in Vegas last week from Saturday to Wednesday and during that time not one but TWO postal workers brought a package to my apartment and tried to deliver it -- neither of those kind people decided to take said package to the leasing office when I didn't answer the door and instead left me a little note saying that the package would be at the post office.  Now, this probably seems rational to you doesn't it readers?  That is because you are missing the one critical piece of information that the post office has NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE... they always leave the packages at the office... or outside my door... now, this is only the beginning friends

I decided on Thursday to go to the post office and pick up my package b/c it was a present for B and I wanted to bring it with me when I came to visit him this weekend... and that is where the real fun starts -- I had called the post office and, because I am the most unlucky person ever, the package was sitting at the post office with the most restrictive hours in the world city.  The little card said they were open until 5:30pm but when I called they said oh no, we are only open until 4:30 now because we want to make your life miserable and we just haven't changed it on the forms.  Right, ok... whatever.  I didn't need to stay at work past 4pm anyway... So I leave at 4pm and drive over to the post office thinking I'll get in right before they close and get my package quickly and get home... and that is exactly what didn't happen.

As I walked up to the post office I could see that there were about 15 people in a waiting area that was no larger than 12x8 feet... as I got into line I could hear the first lady talking to the mail lady about how "someone" kept getting her address wrong" on all her mail... as if it were the mail lady's personal fault that this was occurring... and then she just stared at the lady who stared blindly back at her as if to say "what the crap do you want me to do about that"... she eventually got stabbed taken care of, I assume, since I got distracted by the next guy in line who went to the other window -- he was a special kind of crazy.  He was holding maybe 10-12 manilla envelopes and asked the guy if he could get them weighed so he would know how many stamps to put on them... the guy weighs one and tells him the postage is $1.95 stamps and then the guys says -- "it's a good thing I didn't do what I was going to do"  ::long silence:: post office guy: "what was that"; envelope guy: "put two stamps on it and cross my fingers" <<insert most obnoxious and painful laugh/cackle/ridiculousness known to man>>

At this point I looked to the heavens to ask what fresh hell I was being put through and why... Suddenly however, I was distracted yet again by a woman asking about postage on her 7+ manilla envelopes as well as her spawn with neon green hair... the post office lady told her that it was between 2 and 3 stamps and that she could either put two on and they would charge her the difference or she could put three on and be over by a little (she was holding a book of stamps out in front of her like a shield) and then this moron kind person spent no less than 45 seconds deciding whether to put 2 or 3 stamps on the envelopes... I couldn't make this crap up

Finally I get to the counter and get my package and go to head out to my car and as I'm putting it in the passenger side along with my purse I see a car in my peripheral vision obnoxiously creeping into my personal pedestrian space waiting to park in the spot IMMEDIATELY next to mine despite the fact that there were NO LESS than 10 other parking spots within my immediate viewing area... to top it off, this asshat was wearing headphones -- while DRIVING... at that I got in my car and got home quickly so that no more stupidity could infiltrate my evening...

Ok, that is all.  I hope this was at least mildly entertaining :-)