Saturday, May 17, 2008


THERE'S SOMETHING
IN THE WATER

Every once in a while a simple thing like taking a parcel to the post office takes a sharp left turn...into the world of weird. Our post office is in a fast growing town next to a larger, older town. The small post office is crowded, really crowded, all the time. But I like it because it's newer and not a hassle to get to, it's also near Wally World close to shopping. Here is an idea of what our post office looks like.

Because I like to go at odd times, when working people should be working, the clientele at the post office is made up of senior citizens, stay-at-home-moms, and normal people like me. But then, out of the blue, we can count on someone like Tom to come tearing in just like the Texas tornado that almost killed me.
Tom has a complaint, "the stamp machine in the lobby is still broken....and I'm back with a new sign, y'all." So we all just sort of stare at Tom. Tom is loud and he comes in every day...and plans on coming back every day until things change around here. Jack is the only postal clerk working on this Friday afternoon. This doesn't make Tom happy, but Jack ignores Tom. Tom doesn't like being ignored so he points out the fact that Jack has a hickey..."did y'all see the hickey?" Oh yeah, some people nodded, because maybe Tom will shut up...um yeah right . When it was my turn at the counter, Tom mentions Jack's man-boobs to everyone. Jack said, "why don't you just take a picture."

So, I grabbed my camera out of my purse and said, "may I?" Jack, laughed and said, "sure"

I left the post office, and wondered if there wasn't something in the water in this cute town.

9 comments:

heartshapedhedges said...

OMG!
Where did you move to? Is this really better than the CA beaches (and all the weirdos at the pier???)

My professional assessment? Jack is a pot-smoking guy. The man boobs are a symptom of marijuana, just an FYI.

The long hair and hickey lend way to his, less-than-conservative lifestyle, which also supports my theory that he has a bag of weed in his pocket.

If Tom really wanted to stir up some trouble, he would find a way to bring a drug-sniffing dog to the P.O. That would really move things around there!

Cortney said...

That is definitely a trip intot he weird. I think Tom needs some lovin'. You should make a sign that says, "Wanna go out?" and hold it up in front of him! :)

v said...

lol yall are a picture taking family. Kim takes pics of old men on the street and you take pics of "postal" people. lolol

Jason said...

Man boobs are a symptom of marijuana? Thank God I don't smoke pot.

Anyway, poor Tom needs to get a life. Really? He really doesn't have anything else to do with his day? I get frustrated by long lines at the post office, too, but not enough to spend my days there with signs.

At least you got some good material!

madame x said...

Message to Tom and Jack:

Tom (Dood) quit messin' round with postal peeps and their dinky little annexes... take your sign to the DMV...show some courage.

Jack... sigh.. never mind
signed,
Mx

Dear Grandma J
Heartshapeedhedges has some ganja knowledge.......
wink wink

GainingSomeLB's said...

Was that a mullet he was sporting?

It really irks me that the men working at the USPS, have bigger breasts than me. Rat Bastids.


Peace
#2

foolery said...

Ja-a-a-a-a-a-ack (you must say this out loud, like Jack Nicholson would), rockin' the bangs. That is one cutting-edge government employee. I'll bet he has a band.

Anonymous said...

Grandma J
Would you and your peeps being going postal?
Ha Ha
Carol

Life with Kaishon said...

OH MY GOSH! This is hilarious! I wonder if Tom will be there when you go back. I wasn't a reader in May. I feel like I have been a reader forever : ). Loved this! Can't wait to hear an update!