I had to to go the post office downtown today. I hate going there. Always a bunch of scummy hilljacks. Today was no exception, though I didn't have to wait in line for a long time and I saw my gastrointestinal doctor getting a passsport and he looked mean so I didn't say hi... like he'd remember be anyway. When I am leaving, I see this scummy redneck looking guy walking into the parking lot. I back up and shift into drive and I hear a knock or thump sound and he's RIGHT behind my car talking and flailing his hands. He wasn't yelling because I couldn't hear him. And I'm thinking "Did I hit him? Did I almost hit him? " I don't see how it was possible because I saw him before I backed up and I backed straight back instead of cutting it to the side so I wasn't in his direction at all. He kept talking and walking towards my car and I couldn't hear what he was saying, so I took off. It freaked me out... still freaks me out because I don't know what that was about and I sure as hell wasn't stopping. I wonder if he kicked my car or hit it with his hand or something. I don't know what that noise was. I checked it out and didn't see any damage, but... I dunno, was weird. He would have had to have almost ran to get that close to my car because he was a distance away when I backed up. And on the way there, I am driving down a two lane street and the van in front of me pulls off and starts backing up but he's backing up towards the street and this old as fuck man in the oncoming lane is riding the line and I have to get close on my side because of the van and we pass each other and then he blares his horn. I yell, "Fuck you, old man!" at him and he turns into the hospital and I want him to check himself in and die. WTF kind of reaction time was that? You honk AFTER the fact and no one was in danger of getting hit. I could of ran over top of his shitty suzuki... I want a monster truck so I can run over cars and run over scary people in parking lots. I wish I could thin out the population in this town. Oh, and fuck the USPS. 44 cents for a fucking stamp now?!!
I had a crack head one time try to pull the 'oh you ran over me' deal. but he was really bad at it, He ran into the side of my Rodeo...all dramatic. My X husband freaked out. I laughed. He was all scared for a while. Thinking cops were gonna come after us. He scrubbed that car sooo clean. You dont run over some one sideways. The cracky ran into the side, and slammed his hands on top of the hood... his feet had to be at the tire. So if anything... he hit me. Husband screamed I turned on the window washer and drove off. I think that is what the guy was trying to do. I knew I guy that did that all the time to people backing up... for fun. just to freak people out. I always wondered what happened to him, maybe someone backed up faster then he expected and killed him-
Heh... I wished someone would have been with me to see what was going on. It was weird. I won't go to that post office again. I used to live in that neighborhood in a rental house and was scared every night. We had sex offenders walk down the street in the middle of the night. I verified their pics on the county website. It sucked.
Sounds like a scam to me. They are doing it all over the place and using lawyers to sue local municipalities. You're pockets are not deep enough he would look fora reason to sue the postal service or the city for not arranging the parking lot right causing him pain and anguish both physical and mental.
How fucking often do you have to actually mail a letter these days, honestly? If you're that concerned, you should stock up on those 'forever' stamps they're selling that are good until the economy collapses. I love it when people think nothing about gas rising a quarter or two A GALLON - but really bitch about a few cents on a goddamn stamp. That's the argument I love. Not that I recall you bitching about the price of gas, but if you ever have, or ever think about doing so...
I use a stamps at least 3-4 times a week. I buy them by the roll. I use close to 100 a month. I have a right to complain. SO EAT FUCKING SHIT.
how do you use so many? I seriously think I have used maybe 4 -6 in the last 2 years. And 3 of those were for the business... old old people needing copies of paperwork that dont have computers, or fax machines. I like how someone you see all the time mails you an invitation to something... Im like - why didnt you just give it to me .. weird. My sister mails me Xmas/birthday cards... and I see her like 3-5 times a week... WTF? She said " don't you get excited when you get a card in the mail?" um NO... people are weird.
At work. I pay bills once a week... the amount varies from week to week. It's always at least 10. I also send out bills any day of the week and then I send out statements at the end of the month. My real mail at home. I check it probably once a week. I know that nothing good ever comes in the mail. I get stuff from the Humane Society, ASAP... all of those places wanting money... spelling my name two different ways and sending me address labels. You give money to the HSUS, they will sign your ass up for all kinds of shit. I get shit from Peta and I hate Peta.
No. I print the checks off of the computer. This is for job usage. Not personal usage. But money I spend there I treat as if it were my own, so I am very frugal and bitch a lot about spending money. Stamps are nothing compared to the wallet raping I get from the, you know... U word.
