I’ve had another incident. Readers should remember my Incident At Walmart post, where a group of Spanish speaking guys got in the express lane with 50 items and pretty much told everyone to suck a taco.
This latest incident took place at the Post Office.
I don’t snail mail too often, if I do it’s to mail parcels, so consequently, I don’t have stamps lying around. Today I had to mail an urgent letter. When I arrived there were 2 postal employees serving a line of about 18 people.
Exasperated, I went to the automatic kiosk and stood behind a guy who was letting his whiny 2 year-old push the buttons on the screen with his drooly germ-covered fingers. After ten minutes of this it was my turn. I clicked through screen after screen, navigating around disgusting smudge marks, only to be asked if the envelope I had was large enough for the label they were going to print out. Only the government could offer a label that is larger than an envelope that you’d use with a 49 cent stamp. Jerks.
When I went back to the line it had 24 people on it.
Just as I made my “and people want to hand their healthcare over to this kind of efficiency” face, a man glanced over at me. I noticed he was putting stamps in his wallet.
I stopped him and took a shot.
“Sir, I’ll give you a dollar for one of your stamps.”
The man chuckled and took the stamps back out of his wallet. He said, in a Spanish accent, you don’t have to give me a dollar. Here, just take the stamp.”
I said, “no, I insist.”
He refused again.
I said, “give it to the church,” (realizing that in 2015 this could be “offensive.”)
He took the dollar, gave me a smile and the history of him and I was over. Nice guy.
After I mailed the letter I went outside and saw him getting into his car.
I should have known.
What was flying from sticks on either side of his car?
Two United States flags.
What’s the moral of this story? I don’t know. I need someone with objectivity to tell me why I felt the need to follow up the previous “incident” post with this one.
There’s a point here, I’m sure.