Cranky USPS Man
So I go to the post office to send off a book I sold on Amazon and when I get up to the counter, I politely greet the cashier?/clerk? (whatever that person behind the counter is) and this is how the conversation goes from there:
Me: “Hello (smile), I’d like to send this package ‘media mail.’”
Grumpy Clerk (GC): “Is this a book?”
Me: “Yes it is.”
GC: “You know we have ways of checking that right?”
Me: “…Ok…check it then.”
GC: “Just so long as it’s a book.”
Me: “It is.”
GC: “There’s not a letter or something in here we should be charging you extra for?”
Me: “No, there’s not.”
GC: (after feeling every corner of my package and determining that there is, in fact, only a book in there) “Alright, do you want delivery confirmation?”
Me: “Yes please.”
GC: “You know that’s going to cost you 80 cents extra, right?”
Me: “Sounds super” (at this point I’m semi annoyed because a second ago he was more than happy to try and charge me extra for something, and now he’s questioning if I can handle the extra 80 cents).
GC: “Ok then” (he types in all the charges, gives me the delivery confirmation slip and then stares at me).
Me: “So…don’t I have to pay you to send the package?” (breaking the unnecessary awkward moment of silence)
GC: “Yes you do.”
Me: “How much?” (What do you expect me to do, genius, read your mind?)
GC: “$3.21”
Me: I give him $4
GC: “Sigh, out of $4.” (Apparently he is very much against the idea of change. I hope he didn’t think I was going to tip him for his stellar service).
Me: I take the change, say “thank you” only because I was taught to be polite, and leave thinking “Grrrr, crabby people should be sent home early from their jobs so I don’t have to deal with them” and “this is most definitely going on my Tumblr.”
The End.
