A Look Is Worth.. Well, More Than A Picture

This could also be called “Going Postal, Part 2.” Never have I been so close to violence.

Today, I got to the post office at 11:02. How do I know exactly what time it was?  Well, after I yanked at the door and saw the stupid bitch face behind the counter smirk at me, I looked at my watch.

Ok, so why does a post office close at 11:00AM? And why, if you’re closed, does your stupid ass sit behind the counter after you lock the door and smirk at people that are too late?

There are lots of things this look she gave me could have said, for example, it could have been like:

“Oops.. sorry, we’re already closed.”

If her look had said that to me, perhaps I would not have flown into a rage and wanted to burn the place down.  However, the look she gave me said exactly this:

“Ha!  Dumbass!  You’re too late and I’m better than you because I’m in here and if I wanted something mailed out I could do it, but you’re out there so you can’t. I win.”

So you can understand why I couldn’t say what I wanted to say at that moment.  It’s obvious that I didn’t do what I wanted to do either, because I am here writing this, instead of sitting in jail waiting for one of you to come bail me out so that I could finish killing her.

So, bitch face, if you happen to read this, just remember.. you know someday you might need me.  I don’t know.. but you could be choking and need me to do the Heimlich maneuver on you or something.. or I could be the nurse when the doctor is doing open heart surgery on you or something.  I know that would require that I go to nursing school or at least do what they do on Passions and steal a nurse’s uniform and badge, but you know I’m capable.  And when the day comes that you need something from me, you’re screwed because all I’m going to do is smirk at you.

Bitch.

I’ve got to go. Does anyone know if they have 24 hour cameras on at the post office? I have some post it notes that are huge, like for the wall at a meeting. I need to go leave a note for bitch face.