Jen needed to go out and run an errand this afternoon. I was going to clean the snow off of the car for her and I figured while I was at it I’d go to the post office and drop off my little package full of film cannisters.
I got all the way to the post office parking lot before I remembered that today is Martin Luther King, Jr day and all government offices, including the post office, are closed.
You dumb ass.
I packed up my four rolls of film that are ready to develop in a padded envelope. I printed out the shipping label and taped the ever loving shit out of it to my padded envelope. I then went to the nearest mail box and…
…I guess mail boxes only have slots wide enough for letters? You can’t stuff four rolls of film in a padded envelope through that letter sized slot. So how long has this been a thing? Can I blame this on that DeJoy piece of shit?
I guess my four rolls of film in a padded envelope will have to wait until Monday to ship out. It’s bad enough that the whole thing cost more than I expected, and the volume discount was negligible. At least the shipping is free. No stamps for this guy.
Yeah, next time I might try to send my business to a lab with slightly lower prices and shell out the dough for the stamps like a big boy.
Someone is barking up the wrong tree in a big way. I received a hand written letter in the mail yesterday. It came with this:
The mother effin’ Watch Tower. The Jehovas Witnesses are trying to recruit me.
They have about a 0.00% chance of roping me into the cult. I mean if you want to start a cult for Rush fans, like a real cult and not just calling it a “cult following” then maybe you could get me, but otherwise?
Nope. Not happening.
What does it say about our nation when we can’t even handle mail anymore?
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