thanks for scaring me
is this how you order fries
you insane banshee?
Dear Psycho Nutjob,
Hi. You don’t know me, because I was inside the Post Office while you were going apeshit outside the Post Office. But I know you. I heard your harpy wailing just like everyone else did who was waiting in line to mail stuff.
Just because you either:
A) can’t read
B) think the world revolves around you
C) both of the above
doesn’t mean you should cause a truly terrifying experience for others. Seriously. Did you think that laying on your horn and screaming obscenities at the PO guy would really make him reopen the closed drive-through window? I mean, come on. Every other living soul in town knows that the drive-thru at the Post Office closes a half an hour before the rest of the place does. And for those who are unsure… guess what? THERE’S A GIANT SIGN WITH POSTED HOURS.
Choosing to ignore the sign and instead wail and curse and honk your horn for ten minutes is… and listen closely here… NOT the right tactic to take if you want someone to help you out. It’s the perfect tactic for having the PO guy call the police. Which he did. I watched him.
It’s also the perfect tactic for giving every single person in the PO a heart attack. Because as a situation like the one you created escalates, we all begin to truly worry for our safety. Luckily you didn’t have a loaded gun in your car. If you would have, I’m pretty sure you would have shot through the drive-thru window. Maybe you would have heaved your fat ass (and, yes, I’m sure you have a fat ass) out of your car and held us all hostage until you got your $7.40 worth of stamps. I’m glad your gun was in the shop. Or wedged so tightly into your wrangler jeans pocket that you couldn’t wrench it out. Either way… you scared the shit out of me and several other people yesterday and you should be ashamed.
A violent hissy fit for stamps?
You suck, bitch.