Friday, December 17, 2010


In line at the post office yesterday, I was taking in my surroundings....and let me assure you, there was plenty to take in.  At the counter, I could only see the backside of what was clearly a streetwalker.  Tall black boots with buckles made out of foil (it looked like foil), fishnets with holes, a piece of fabric that was supposed to be a skirt, a pleather black jacket, some teased out, stressed out, dyed-to-hell "blonde" hair, and a pick.  Hot.  She was about my height and easily double the weight (that's 5 foot and I wouldn't tell you the weight if you paid me, but I don't think the BMI scale even goes there).

Ok - then, someone line jumps in front of me and I didn't want to mess with her.  Touche crazy bag lady.

Next, the metal detector goes off and no one does a thing about it.  I feel safe.

So, I am patiently waiting in line, and crazy bag lazy turns around to me and says, "It smells nice in here doesn't it?"  I just smiled at her as I was holding back a gag because it obviously smelled like vomit or rotting food. 

No wonder these poor people at the counter are rude.  I would be.  Or drunk.  Or both.


Sassytimes said...

The entire time I was reading this, I thought video would be awesome. The post office is always a bag of weird. It's good entertainment.

Erika Jean said...


....and your post office has a metal detector!?

Ky • said...

I love you.

wrestling kitties said...

HAHA! Though I am sorry you had to smell and deal with that, it was funny reading your story!