Red Tape

I just love the post office. The employees are so helpful and efficient.

WRONG


The post office is a tragic example of red tape at its finest.

I had to stand in this enormous line just to apply for a passport. My old ones were...

...old.

The line moved a foot every fifteen minutes or so, so I had plenty of time on my hands.

So did the weird people with too many coins.

This guy had a huge bag of coins to feed into this vending machine.


This woman plunked nickels into the stamp dispenser for at least fifteen minutes (as I moved about a foot before she finished) and bought a book of stamps.

Presumably, this was to send cards out to her excruciatingly large extended family that say "Look! I got my already-fat self pregnant again. Are there any names left for the baby or should I start naming him after other members of the family?"

I bet Hallmark makes such a card.

Incidentally, me, my dad and my grandpa all have the same first name, middle initial and last name, and I have two cousins and an uncle all named Alex. Thank God I wasn't named after my other grandpa, whose name has seven syllables and would make it difficult for me to get through airport security. I still think in-family name re-using is a stupid practice.


Until next time, remember, kids: replacing your face with sticky notes is fun!





FUN!