I hate lining up and i hate lining up behind old people, im an impatient selfish fuckhead and dont have time for anyone but myself. Mail should be be abolished and everything should be online. Today woke up at 3:30pm and took 35 minutes out of my extremely busy life to recieve a package that failed to be delivered to my house because apparently leaving a note at the door is not good enough anymore. It was a new shirt, its a brilliant fit. I walk into the post office expecting to finish my business without any issues but instead i find myself in the middle of morning tea. There are old people everywhere, grans and pops as far as the eye can see. It's like a club for old people and even the bar staff resent you for being a spring chicken thats able to walk more than 3 steps a minute."POSTOFFICE - more than just a mail service"
After awkwardly staring at everyone and being stared at by some very frail cougars, i join the old mothball infested V.I.P (vision impaired person) line with your nanna. I am then told that i smell good and that Antonio (work badge) is a very sexy name. Why cant there be an express lane for people under the age of 55 who might possibly have something better to do with their time than to stand around and exchange stories about ever rising living expenses and minimal concessions. I hate the post office it shits me to tears.
