rubinville

This is Neo, otherwise known as Mr. Anderson, when he isn't busy doing things that none of us really understand but that look very cool.

So yesterday, I was at the Post Office waiting in line to mail a package. I was about 10th in line, and the line itself was moving very slowly because there were only two windows open. After a few minutes one of the ticket windows abruptly closed and the grumblings quickly began. The woman behind me muttered to herself about the ridiculousness of having one line open, but clearly she wanted other people to hear her. A few more minutes went by and a couple other people started chiming in as well.

Eventually, some poor guy came out of the back to tell us all to be patient. The woman immediately asked for the name of the station manager and announced to the rest of us that we should seek him out to complain. The postal worked said that the manager's name is Mr. Anderson, but that he was on a break. She said, "How fitting", and continued to badger the poor guy about a situation that he probably had nothing to do with.

I don't know if that woman stayed around to talk to Mr. Anderson, but if she did, I hope that he kicked her in the face in slow-motion several times over. While she probably was right that they should've had more people a the windows, they didn't, and I don't think the point in life is to be harrassing everyone just because of stupid scheduling. Some people just want to complain, but I guess I'm past that point. At least in post office related issues.

So anyway, here's to you Mr. Anderson, you incompetent, slacking, inept, son-of-a-bitch, you...