I got in line at the Post Office yesterday to mail some stuff (duh!). There were two people in front of me. One was at the window and the other was an elderly gentleman who required holding onto the counter to just stand and wait.
What is it about the Post Office that takes so long? The workers aren't in any sort of a hurry. There are no less than six questions asked about what you are sending and whether you require stamps or materials. The line is always long and heaven help us all if someone has to leave their post to retrieve mail. I don't know here they go, but they are gone for what seems like forever.
So I wait.
When this person comes in behind me. I don't turn but I hear the door. THEN I sense someone standing in my space.
You know what I mean. You don't even have to turn to know that they are standing ENTIRELY too close.
Does getting as close as possible to the person in front of you make the line go any faster? It doesn't. I'm pretty sure.
So now it's the older mans turn. We move forward. Again. This guy (and I know he's a guy, a bald guy, because I peeked) moves forward to.
Except I had barely moved. Then I hear him groan. I am not clairvoyant but I know what he's thinking. It's taking too long. It's like he's "willing" me to inch forward.
I want to give him a karate chop.
I don't even know karate.
Now it's my turn. And here's a surprise, he moves to right behind me. So I take my time. Suddenly I am in no hurry to take my change and my stamps and move out of the way.