Well, I pay bills the old fashioned way…write a check and mail them out. Today I wrote 5 of them…leaving me with a ramen noodle diet until next week’s paycheck.
So I walk towards the drop box (one of those normal blue USPS things) and a guy sort of sneaks up to it when I’m about 10 feet from it…and he’s just standing there swinging the door open and closed for like 3 minutes. After the 3rd swing (note: NOT the 3rd minute!) I say, “Excuse me, I have to mail my stuff!”
He says: “Yeah, I see that.” And he keeps on going at a pace that is forming a line.
Me: “What the hell are you doing anyway?”
Him: “Just swinging the door.”
So I wandered around for a minute or so…with my bills in hand. I came back, he was just finishing up. He knew I was pissed, but I refused to raise my voice at all.
Me: “All done now?”
Him: “Yup. All ready to go!” And he left.
WTF was the point of that??? Fucking douchebag. :rolleyes:
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I should have mentioned that he was a wierd old guy…not wearing a uniform. button-down, half tucked, short sleeve shirt, cut-off shorts, and brown socks with sandals. It was actually hard to NOT notice this shit. lol
