The people that got us through

Some of you may read Life of Elle (Jake follow that link <------------- right over there) and have heard mention D's renaming to Captain Smartypants. If you have not go on over to Life of Elle (there's that link again Jake) and read the story. Ok the story isn't quite that funny, but needless to say D was renamed.

The original plan was for him to only be Captain Smartypants on Life of Elle (hmm... link again), but in our haphazard driving around we got to talking. We really don't have much else to do. Anyway, we thought it would be funny if D CS started posting everywhere as Captain Smartypants. Of course then CS said that he would have to change his avatar (the little photo next to his name, for the parents). CS said he needed to find a little cartoon character with a cape and his underpants on the outside. Who does that sound like to you? You guessed it: Captain Underpants. So head on over to Protesting Stupidity and make CS feel better about himself (and further his slow moving plot at world domination) by giving him a comment or two. Lord knows you all have stepped up to the plate over here thus furthering my already exploding ego.

In honor of the name change I thought I would give you a taste of the stupidity I witnessed today.

At the end of the month our church sends out the monthly church newsletter. I create the fabulous publication (found here) and then the person I job share with (Jan) takes it to the post office to be mailed. Unfortunately Jan in Colorado taking care of her father. This means it is up to me to take the mailing (nearly 500 pieces) to the post office. One would assume that dropping off a mailing at the post office would not be that difficult. Oh how I was wrong. You see... we send it bulk mail. Thus requiring special instructions.

I phone Jan to find out how to do this and she gives me step by step instructions. I follow the instructions, head off to the post office and drop off my mailing. Lady says there is enough money in our account and I am good to go. So I think.

I get to work this morning and there is a voicemail from the bulk mail unit at the post office that says they mis-calculated the postage and I owe $5.21. I needed to come down and put money in the account so they can send it out.

No problem. Armed with a ten spot I stop by the post office during lunch. I waltz into the bulk mail unit and try to give the lady my money. She tells me I have to go into the actual post office because they only take checks in bulk mail.

I drive around to the front of the building and walk inside. My first clue that this was not going to be as easy as originally anticipated came when the inside of the post office was dead silent. Not even a postal worker whoring additional postage or insurance. I get in line. A long line. There is 1 postal worker.

To make a super long story short I waited in line for 45 minutes to give the post office $10!!!!! This was far worse than the 2 hours at homeland security.

While waiting I took the liberty to read the signs on the walls. I must say it is a pretty bad part of town when they actually have to post a sign indicating what the maximum sentence is for committing armed robbery on a US postal worker.