Apr 14 2007
Dream Sequence At the Post Office
I’m not easily bored. You may have gotten that idea from my Reality and Fantasy post.
I had to go to the post office the other day. Post offices. Nail-in-the-eye fun.
I avoid them. Stamp machines are my friends.
If I have to send a package paying the surcharge at the local package store is well worth it.
I finally figured out that waiting in line for 20-30 minutes at the post office was not worth saving 50 cents or even a dollar.
I had to go the post office because I needed 2-cent stamps to make up the difference for the upcoming postal rate increase.
I go to the to post office and of course there’s a line. This one has maybe a dozen people.
As usual, there are only 2 postal workers for a counter that can hold four.
The line ran parallel to the counter so we all stood facing it.
A 3rd postal worker came out. We all got excited.
False alarm.
I’d been waiting in line perhaps 5 minutes when a song with a dance beat started playing on the radio.
I turned to the guy next to me and said, “The song is making me think about what would happen if all of us started dancing like we were in a music video.”
The guy was right there with me - he smiled and said, “Yeah, but it’d have to be a rap song…”
*** Begin Dream Sequence ***
Dingy gray post office.
Two middle-aged postal workers working behind a counter that holds four.
A mixed bag of customers snakes out the door.
Young Man Raps to Sexy Young Woman:
I came in a boy
Just had an ENvelope to weigh
Now I’m long past puberty
Oh, baby -
Check the PACKage that’s here today!
Elderly Woman to Young Man:
Hey boy -
There are those who SERVE
Who only stand and wait
We don’t care about your package
We don’t care if you get no DATE.
Sexy Young Woman to Young Man:
I’m a young mamma jamma
Way too sexy for this PLACE
You call THAT a package?
I call that a DIS-grace!
Others in line (chorus) :
Oh we all got something better to do -
Better to do, oh yeah.
Instead we’re waiting.
Irritating.
Doin’ nothing.
Hesitating.
Just waiting.
Not mating.
Not creating.
Hibernating.
Only waiting.
Not cogitating.
Cryogenating.
It’s all about waiting.
Stagnating.
Ms. Q to Crowd:
I can’t be-LIEVE
I’m this Chinese woman doing RAP.
I’m more DIS-co queen.
And a middle-aged one at THAT.
(break it down)
Not even four-eleven
A-B-C.
Seventh heaven.
I can’t sing.
But I can dance.
Got some problems
With romance.
Others in line (chorus) :
She’s not even four-eleven.
A-B-C.
Seventh heaven.
Ms. Q to Crowd:
All I need are fifty 2-cent stamps.
Why is THAT so much to ask?
I’ve been here for an hour.
Dang! I shudda brought a SNACK.
lol hey, at least you’re having fun with the time! It probably passed by quicker
Gregg: Most of the time, waiting doesn’t bother me. Traffic, lines, being on hold … facts of life. I can either choose to be irritated all the time or accept it. Let It Go.
In general, I’m not easily bored. I may not go was far as I did in this post but yeah, the gist of the Dream Sequence did run in my head at the post office! I am easily self-amused!
hahahahahhaha ….
I just can’t stop laughing. That’s awesome! … Love it.
When all you can do
Is stand around and wait
You does what you can
Doin’ nothin’ isn’t fate.
When all you have at hand
Is your imagination.
There really is no point
to give into irritation.
Take a look inside..
Find a dream
Stream
Roll, just stroll
Stream
Your consciousness.
Love that name:
Shane.
I spent 40 minutes in the Post Office to mail my tax extension AND there was NO MUSIC! I would have been right there with you choreographing the video if you were in line with me! Next time Q!
Gary: TAX EXTENSION? Yow. Is all that working from home complicating your tax situation?
I was actually a bit surprised that the post office was playing the radio.
Choreographing?
I dunno about THAT.
I’d want you to follow MY
Direction,
Do a bit of that ABC
RAP.
I’m a hard core mailer,
I send packages and letters,
When I get to the counter,
Stand aside, and watch your betters.
I place the item on the scale,
address facing out,
state my shipping class,
and know the estimated amount.
Get your credit card ready,
no bombs/dangers/fragile,
have the label clear,
and swap the next item, agile.
Don’t sweat the chumps in line,
asking stupid mailing questions,
I’m reading up my books,
zoning out the patron pestilence.
PhillyReader:
Jeez Loo-Eeez
You got it goin’ on!
Postal poetry-in-motion
Easy-going, No commotion
What creative commentry
Witty wordplay, yes indeed!
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