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Do you want to know what is wrong with America? I WILL TELL YOU WHAT IS WRONG. Too many rules for our own protection.
I missed the mail man today, I was in class when he came doing my best to contribute to society. So, the mail man left a little yellow form saying that I could pick up my 18"AK at the post office. I got off of work at 4:45 and hauled a$$ to the post office. I got there at 4:58. I was so excited that I would be getting a new kuk. I had made all sorts of plans in the back of my mind, clearing forests, breaking down the walls of burning buildings to save small children, rescueing victems of car accidents by cutting them free. I was going to be a savior to mankind.
That's right folks...past tense...WAS.
The friggen Post office closes at 5. I walked through the door at 4:58, stood in line behind an old lady in a walker. When I got to the post man behind the counter he said, "I am sorry but we are closed."
"HE HAS GOT TO BE OUT OF HIS FRIGGEN MIND!!!!!!!" I thought.
I looked down at my watch and it said 4:59...
"I have 4:59, could I PLEASE have my package."
He was packing up his things.
"I am sorry, Sir, but I have 5:01..", he said looking down at his watch.
I asked for his name, and he started to respond, but I interupted.
"IT DOESNT MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!!!!
WHAT MATTERS TO ME IS THAT IT IS NOT 5:00 AND YOU PEOPLE ARE HURRING ME OUT THE DOOR WITHOUT MY PACKAGE!!!"
I have all the respect in the world for the working man. I too have scars and calouses from the long hours I have worked to afford college. However, WHEN YOU WORK A NINE TO FIVE JOB. YOU WORK NINE TO FIVE. Not 4:58, or 4:59, but 5:00.
When I was back outside getting into my car. I knew what Michael Douglas was feeling in the movie Falling Down. Maybe the frusterations of today's society are just too much for me, or maybe I have HIKV.
This just really pi$$ed me off.
Thank you for listening to my rant.
I missed the mail man today, I was in class when he came doing my best to contribute to society. So, the mail man left a little yellow form saying that I could pick up my 18"AK at the post office. I got off of work at 4:45 and hauled a$$ to the post office. I got there at 4:58. I was so excited that I would be getting a new kuk. I had made all sorts of plans in the back of my mind, clearing forests, breaking down the walls of burning buildings to save small children, rescueing victems of car accidents by cutting them free. I was going to be a savior to mankind.
That's right folks...past tense...WAS.
The friggen Post office closes at 5. I walked through the door at 4:58, stood in line behind an old lady in a walker. When I got to the post man behind the counter he said, "I am sorry but we are closed."
"HE HAS GOT TO BE OUT OF HIS FRIGGEN MIND!!!!!!!" I thought.
I looked down at my watch and it said 4:59...
"I have 4:59, could I PLEASE have my package."
He was packing up his things.
"I am sorry, Sir, but I have 5:01..", he said looking down at his watch.
I asked for his name, and he started to respond, but I interupted.
"IT DOESNT MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!!!!
WHAT MATTERS TO ME IS THAT IT IS NOT 5:00 AND YOU PEOPLE ARE HURRING ME OUT THE DOOR WITHOUT MY PACKAGE!!!"
I have all the respect in the world for the working man. I too have scars and calouses from the long hours I have worked to afford college. However, WHEN YOU WORK A NINE TO FIVE JOB. YOU WORK NINE TO FIVE. Not 4:58, or 4:59, but 5:00.
When I was back outside getting into my car. I knew what Michael Douglas was feeling in the movie Falling Down. Maybe the frusterations of today's society are just too much for me, or maybe I have HIKV.
This just really pi$$ed me off.
Thank you for listening to my rant.