Way OT, but I got nothin’ better right now...
I always give my staffers a gift card every year and I normally hand deliver it to them so I can tell them I appreciate them, etc.. Obviously that ain’t happening this year so I have to mail it to them.
I pay all bills with autopay or on line but I usually have some stamps
laying around but didn’t have any, so I had to go buy some. I KNEW the post office would be a shit show today and that the experience was going to suck but I also knew it was on me .... I f’d up so I would just have to take the pain.
I get to the main post office in McKinney and holy shit it was even worse than I expected. The service line for in person service was about 50 people long, the self service machine line was about 30 people long. I just needed some damned stamps, so I opted for the self service line.
The place was packed asshole to belly button. If I didn’t have the Rona’ going in, I probably have it now.
After I had been in line about 30 minutes, I still had about 8 people in front of me. In walks this woman who is the absolute epitome of the northern suburbs Karen. The haircut, the jeans, the shoebooties .... spot on stereotype. She has her crew cut, croc -baggy shorts wearing soccer sporepunk in tow. She had a parcel in her hands along with her Coach purse. I am sure she pulled up in a QX4, a Lexus LX, or if heaven forbid if her husband Chadwick ( he goes by “Wick”) had a down year for sales, a Tahoe.
She doesn’t even break her stride... she ignores the 29 people and me and just steps right in front of me. Her kid went over and began alternating between kicking a parcel cart and taunting somebody’s service mutt.
At first, I was kind of stunned. I mean. Nobody would do that, right? Then, I remembered where I was. I turned and looked at the lady behind me and she returned my “WTF?” look so ...
Even though I’m a lawyer, IRL I am a pretty easygoing, non-confrontational little dude ... well, a non-confrontational little dude, anyway. I would normally just sort of shake my head and say to myself “Well, that figures” and let it go.
Not today. Nope. Nuh-uh. Crimmus spirit my ass. I ain’t having it. I can be a mean little shit when I get pissed.
“Excuse me, ma’am. If you are wanting to use the self service machine, this is the line for it.”
- “Oh yes, I didn’t realize this was the line.”
“Well, all these people and I are in line for it too.” (I gesture behind me)
-“Ok... I didn’t realize that. Well, I just have something real quick to do.”
“So do we all, I’m sure. That’s why it is the self-service line. You should really wait just like everyone else.”
Then she says, in a raised voice “I am really busy today and I don’t have time to wait. Can I just cut in front of you...do you mind?” ( I am not kidding .... she said that). Everyone around us is looking at us at this point.
“Ma’am, we are all busy. You need to wait just like everyone else.”
She throws up her hands and says loudly “Some people!!! Colton .... Colton....come on!” He didn’t pay attention because he was busy stomping on a piece of litter. She grabs her spawn’s hand and storms out of the building. I waived bye bye and said “Merry Christmas!” as she walked out.
I got a nice smattering of applause from the folks in line.
Remember to tip your servers. I’ll be at the Velvet Room at the Ramada on Route 25 next month.
I always give my staffers a gift card every year and I normally hand deliver it to them so I can tell them I appreciate them, etc.. Obviously that ain’t happening this year so I have to mail it to them.
I pay all bills with autopay or on line but I usually have some stamps
laying around but didn’t have any, so I had to go buy some. I KNEW the post office would be a shit show today and that the experience was going to suck but I also knew it was on me .... I f’d up so I would just have to take the pain.
I get to the main post office in McKinney and holy shit it was even worse than I expected. The service line for in person service was about 50 people long, the self service machine line was about 30 people long. I just needed some damned stamps, so I opted for the self service line.
The place was packed asshole to belly button. If I didn’t have the Rona’ going in, I probably have it now.
After I had been in line about 30 minutes, I still had about 8 people in front of me. In walks this woman who is the absolute epitome of the northern suburbs Karen. The haircut, the jeans, the shoebooties .... spot on stereotype. She has her crew cut, croc -baggy shorts wearing soccer sporepunk in tow. She had a parcel in her hands along with her Coach purse. I am sure she pulled up in a QX4, a Lexus LX, or if heaven forbid if her husband Chadwick ( he goes by “Wick”) had a down year for sales, a Tahoe.
She doesn’t even break her stride... she ignores the 29 people and me and just steps right in front of me. Her kid went over and began alternating between kicking a parcel cart and taunting somebody’s service mutt.
At first, I was kind of stunned. I mean. Nobody would do that, right? Then, I remembered where I was. I turned and looked at the lady behind me and she returned my “WTF?” look so ...
Even though I’m a lawyer, IRL I am a pretty easygoing, non-confrontational little dude ... well, a non-confrontational little dude, anyway. I would normally just sort of shake my head and say to myself “Well, that figures” and let it go.
Not today. Nope. Nuh-uh. Crimmus spirit my ass. I ain’t having it. I can be a mean little shit when I get pissed.
“Excuse me, ma’am. If you are wanting to use the self service machine, this is the line for it.”
- “Oh yes, I didn’t realize this was the line.”
“Well, all these people and I are in line for it too.” (I gesture behind me)
-“Ok... I didn’t realize that. Well, I just have something real quick to do.”
“So do we all, I’m sure. That’s why it is the self-service line. You should really wait just like everyone else.”
Then she says, in a raised voice “I am really busy today and I don’t have time to wait. Can I just cut in front of you...do you mind?” ( I am not kidding .... she said that). Everyone around us is looking at us at this point.
“Ma’am, we are all busy. You need to wait just like everyone else.”
She throws up her hands and says loudly “Some people!!! Colton .... Colton....come on!” He didn’t pay attention because he was busy stomping on a piece of litter. She grabs her spawn’s hand and storms out of the building. I waived bye bye and said “Merry Christmas!” as she walked out.
I got a nice smattering of applause from the folks in line.
Remember to tip your servers. I’ll be at the Velvet Room at the Ramada on Route 25 next month.
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