By the Numbers
Number of minutes in line at the post office: 74
Number of postal employees visible behind the counter: 4
Number of postal employees doing work behind the counter: 3
Number of postal employees talking on the phone, complaining about how busy it was: 1
Number of stations selling stamps only: 1
Ratio of customers in that line to customers in the “general post office stuff” line: 1:10
Number of stamp vending machines available in the lobby: 0
Number of highly-touted self-serve mailing stations available in lobby: 1
Number of highly-touted self-serve mailing stations actually in working order: 0
Number of packages being mailed to various countries by two Slavic men at one of the two “general postal stuff” stations: approximately 150
Number of customs forms said Slavic men had filled out prior to approaching the counter: 0
Number of minutes this transaction tied up one of the two employees: approximately 45
Level of stress etched on the face of the remaining postal employee: extremely high
Number of times the ten year old in line behind me asked her mom why people wanted to buy 2 cent stamps: I stopped counting at 1,000
Number of times the mother explained that the price to mail a letter had increased two cents, in increasingly simpler terms: 900 or so, before she started saying “I just explained that to you.”
Number of times I had to stifle the urge to throttle the ten year old girl in line behind me: 879
Number of times someone in line complained that the line was so long: 59,395
Number of times I wondered if my car was being ticketed for an expired meter, given that this errand was taking about five times longer than I expected: 59
Likelihood that Parking Enforcement in Our Fair City might show mercy to cars parked near the post office: very, very low
Number of packages I needed to mail: 2
Number of pounds these packages weighed: 5.3
Amount of rate increase for Delivery Confirmation: 15 cents
Number of two cent stamps I purchased: 6
Number of parking tickets on my window when I returned to the car: 0
Distance between my car and the car who pulled in behind my parking spot: 4 inches
Number of times I had to reverse and pull forward to wiggle out of the spot: 3
Number of times I bumped the car in front of me: 0
Number of times I bumped the car behind me: 0
Number of times I mentally sang “We are the Champions”: 1
Labels: Haaaaate, Surely These Thoughts Are Worth More Than A Penny
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