The post office's customer service line has holiday musak.
t cries
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The post office's customer service line has holiday musak.
t cries
The post office's customer service line has holiday musak.
That's the sort of thing that will make people go postal.
It's like a thirty-second bit of ads and music, and it just keeps repeating. I think this might actually be hell.
The post office's customer service line has holiday musak.
There was music from A Charlie Brown Christmas playing at my post office. Which was mobbed. 30+ minutes, trying not to kill the woman with probably 50+ packages with my glare (in her defense, probably a business, shipping out last minute presents. )
The post office's customer service line has holiday musak
And suddenly I'm remembering my own Year Without a Christmas, when I was on the other end of that customer service line, taking endless calls of how I was ruining people's Christmas, losing packages, etc. "What do you mean my package won't get to England before Christmas? It's only Dec. 20, I could fly to England and get there tonight." You do that, lady. For less than $5, though, it's going to take a little longer.
Sorry. Flashbacks. Sometimes I think I'm back in The Pit, with the endless phones ringing, and Joey's snapped and is screaming at the person next to him that he just can't take it anymore--
Sorry.
Which was mobbed. 30+ minutes, trying not to kill the woman with probably 50+ packages with my glare
Every body should die when I stare at them
This isn't happening as you can see
I don't know just who to blame for lacking this ability!
But my one wish on Christmas Eve is as plain as it can be!
All I want for Christmas
is a basilisk,
my own basilisk,
see my basilisk!...
Hah!
I wasn't really all that cranky about it . More annoyed I hadn't gotten there 5 minutes earlier and gotten ahead of her. Though other people were a bit tetchy. When a new window opened up and the next-in-line didn't notice, you'd think her hair was aflame the way the whole line brought it to her attention!
War on Terror, the board game.
It seems in bad taste, but I have to sort of admire the sheer cynicism.
There was music from A Charlie Brown Christmas playing at my post office. Which was mobbed.
The PO right across from work was mobbed, but the A(utomated) P(ostal) C(enter) lines were blessedly short. I love those machines. I also love my mother for requesting that her package get to her last week, which allowed me to avoid the huge freakin' lines and just drop off the package for my Secret Santee today.
basilisk
there's something that should be on my christmas list