Poster Child
Last night, I was shoulda been the poster child for the United States Postal Service’s website. Let me tell you a little story.
By the time I got to the post office, the desk was, of course, closed. I checked my box, nothing but junk, by the way. No magazine from Austrailia that has a photo of mine in it, just junk. Blast it all.
So I needed three stamps and it wasn’t until I’d entered 50¢ in the machine when I realized that someone before me had already entered 40¢ and that the machine I was using was only for books of stamps. Go figure. Why is the single stamp machine always, always out of order? Needless to say, I didn’t have another $6.50 to enter into the machine, so I left.
I went to my bank where you can get stamp books out of the ATM. These stamps were for business purposes and I honestly didn’t know how much money is in our personal account (still don’t), so I entered my business check card.
I entered my pin, told it that I did want a receipt, that I wanted stamps, and… error, please enter the correct pin number. Um, I did Error! Please enter the correct pin number. Error! Error! Error! Please enter the correct pin number before I self destruct!
*sigh* I tried everything but apparently I don’t know my pin number for either my business check card or my business credit card! So I got all ticked off and left.
I came home, slammed the door (:)), and got out my change jar. I was none too happy to discover it only contained some dimes, nickels, and pennies. Thanks, Steve, for taking all my quarters for your precious Dr. Pepper!!! :lol:
So I counted out all the “white ones,” as my little brother used to say, and came up with $5.90. I knew I couldn’t count on that 90¢ still being in the machine at the post office so I dipped into my special quarters. We always save the new state quarters and when I get a chance, I select the best ones for our little book of state quarters and the others go back into circulation. I had to guess at what I already have in my book.
My shorts were literally trying to fall off with the $8.00 or so in my left pocket of nickels, dimes, and a couple of quarters. Ever so elegantly I had to hold up my pants as I walked. :D
Made it to the post office and started inputting the money, the 90¢ still available for my use.
dime
dime
dime
nickel
nickel
dime
dime
quarter… plop
quarter… plop
oh, well
dime
dime
nickel
nickel
nickel
dime
dime
……………………………. short hand…
It didn’t want to take any of my new quarters and kept spitting them out the change return. I saw this coming, I was dreading it and after I’d entered in all the nickels and dimes… the amount read $7.30.
I almost started crying right there. Nooooo, and I hit the machine. Ten cents, ten cents, that’s all I need!
I musta fed my quarters through about fifty times before it finally took one and I breathed a sigh of relief.
It was a good thing, too, because otherwise I’d have had to camp there all night so that the next guy who came along didn’t get a whole book of stamps for only 10¢. Yeah, I got 40¢ off, but I’ll be darned if I was going to contribute $6.90 to some other guy’s stamps!
Finally I was able to mail my mucho important documents and head back home.
I still refuse to use the USPS website.
