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June 10 At the post office...The line zigzags back and forth across the centre of the room, in a decidedly orderly fashion, the irritated, overheated people having been shepherded into submission using barriers and red tape. I start to count how many irritated, overheated people must be served before it is my turn. I stop at 50, deciding, on balance, that I’d rather not know. Hours later (or what feels like hours later), when it's finally my turn, I'm told by the little man behind the counter that they are out of stamps! OUT OF STAMPS!!! AT THE POST OFFICE!!!
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I want to lay down on the floor and kick and sceam. But I can't. Nor can I strangle this man with my bare hands, because he is protected by bulletproof glass. TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://miapiper.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!A7086D7BC211611D!1183.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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