Do I love pain? Well no. But am I a masochist? Perhaps. Anyone who would go back to the post office after the experience I shared with all of you a mere 6 reviews ago should at least read over the symptoms:
1. The condition in which gratification depends on suffering, physical pain, and humiliation.
2.Gratification gained from pain, deprivation, degradation, etc., inflicted or imposed on oneself, either as a result of one's own actions or the actions of others, esp. the tendency to seek this form of gratification.
3.The tendency to find pleasure in self-denial, submissiveness, etc.
Ok, I'm definitely in the clear. However, as abusive and ungratifying as my relationship with the post office is, I need it. And it knows I need it....which makes the whole thing, well, rather masochistic.
So let's get on with it.
Today - 10:27am.
I timidly walk in...knowing that after my last torturous experience, I'll most likely leave with a shaved head and a missing finger...you know...to follow USPS protocol.
I am greeted warmly by two employees. I tense up and I adorn my fighting stance......wait......WHAT? "Um, good morning to you too?"
I'm thrown off...but the hairs on the back of my neck are still screaming "don't buy it Laura...it's a diversion!" Not willing to submit, I begin to tape up my package...and one of my adversaries started approaching from the right.
Preparing a swift upper cut to the baby maker, I assessed the situation...but he had an unknown object in his left hand...a weapon...a....a....an address label?!?
"Here," he said genuinely, "I brought you a label so you don't have to write directly on the package." He must be kidding. right? "Oh, and next time I can tape that up for you...unless you usually keep duct tape in that little purse of yours."
Wait. Is hottie postman FLIRTING with me? Or is he just into the fact that I'm clearly a masochist because I frequent the post office and carry duct tape in my purse? We'll leave that for another review.
But to tidy this one up, the post office on 24th and NW Savier is clearly the bomb diggity. (Am I allowed to say bomb and post office in the same sentence? Twice?) I was in and out in less than 3 minutes, the employees were friendly, helpful, and ahem...attractive, and I dig the abundant parking sitch. Much like a great doctor, I'm not eager to go back right away, but it's great to know that I have this solid option the next time I'm in need. read more