I headed down to the post office on the way to work Wednesday morning…that’s when the morning took a turn for the worse. Nothing really happened, although in my mind I like to think I verbally abused the mailman.

There were only two people in line…including me. There are about seven windows at this post office…and only one of them was open. The lady at the counter had several boxes, letters and envelopes to send out and I could tell this was going to take a while. But I stood in line like a mindless robot thinking that some other postal service representative would open another window. I saw other employees walking around, coming to the front, filling out forms and walking back out of the room.

So I waited. And waited. And…yeah, I waited. Ten minutes (and a conversation between the postal employee and the lady that was mailing every piece of mail she ever owned) later, I picked up my three pieces of mail and walked out. It was only at this time did the postal employee feel the need to ask if I needed something as I opened the door. What nerve.