|post-office of doom
||[Sep. 25th, 2003|04:14 pm]
k i m b e r l y
|||||elton john-- tiny dancer||]|
I just got yelled at by the guy who works at the post office. Apparently, they were closing early today, and I got there right under the wire. So this other dude was helping me out, and I mean, I had a lot of things to mail (2 things to chile, and one to home) so I was taking a little bit of time, right? I get the two international packages set, when I start askign about boxes for the stuff I want to mail to my dad. This guy comes out and throws a fit, that there's no way I can mail that because he wanted to close at 3:30 NOT 3:45, and that I was going to have to stop what I was doing and leave. OMG it was really sad. I wanted to cry. Like it was my fault I had 3 things to send.