Thursday, January 3, 2013

USPS

The United States Postal Service in Philadelphia on Chestnut St. might be one of the most poorly run places in this damn country.  I can't figure out why I continue to support them but I do.  I suppose it is because they are bleeding cash and should be put out of their misery and I do what I can when I can.

These slow motherf*ckers have a sign that says, "If you have been in line for more than 5 minutes call this number...".  Last night I stood in this long a** line in the same damn place for more than 5 minutes and I know them motherf*ckers know people are ALWAYS in line for longer than 5 minutes majority of the time.  That sign is a slap in the face and should promptly be removed as to not incite riots among the masses.

I will never ever understand how there are always only 2 t o3 people working the counter but there always spaces for 5 employees and 5 employees are needed but you senseless people continue to under staff the damn desk.  Sure, trying to make cuts where you can but you all are losing customers this way and can't meet deadline to meet payments that you are supposed to.

I know you can't control the customers that use your services and that is fine but the man in front of me licked the sh*t out of the envelope and it deeply disturbed me.  Not to judge a book by its cover but I am pretty sure that envelope reminded him of some Kevin Clash flashback he had with Elmo but I digress.  He went to work on that envelope and it was like a car wreck that you could not turn from because you could not believe the sh*t that was just going on in a public place.

Then the ignorant sloppy b*tch with the rag on her head walked in being all extra loud.  I get it the line was long beyond belief but I do not need you walking in yelling unf*cking believable because guess what I believe it because I been standing in this line for 30 some minutes. The only thing more unbelievable was your piece of stomach hanging from your shirt that you forgot to cover up or the fact that your material ran out of elasticity.  No wonder I can't find any of the Hostess twinkies online anywhere, I am sure they were purchased by her and deep fried for  lunch!



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