Arrrg, P.O.'d at the P.O.

I was absolutely looking forward to posting about my latest Group Break participation this month over at the Daily Dimwit. Peeking in on the fun was a blast and I eagerly anticipated getting my grubby lil' ole paws on the results.

Now, one thing leading to another, so forth and so on. Life gets in the way sometimes. Major life bummers in the Dimwit's life led to some delay (very, very minor delay) in departure of the afore mentioned goodness.

Then I start seeing break posts popping up here and there as folks start receiving their packages from Sam.

I begin formulating a post for my success in this latest adventure. Now, I say say success, and I believe success, but I did not have anywhere near the success rate that Spankee experienced!! You can read all about those results on his blog, My Cardboard Mistress. What? You don't follow Spankee?? Why on earth not, he posts some GReat stuff over there. I make the merest hint of a suggestion, Awe SCREW that, follow his blog dammit, you'll not be disappointed. Start with his post on Sam's break here. (you should seriously consider following Sam's blog as well for that matter)

I digress...
fast forward to Tuesday evening...
I get home from work to find something waiting for me on the dining room table...
It's from zip code 36695... ~ Mobile, Alabama...
I know a certain Dimwit that recently changed his abode to Mobile, Alabama...
But...
NOOOOOOOOO...
It's a pink slip from my local post office...
Wow, Sam sent me something too big to fit in my mailbox!!!
and I've got an over sized mailbox too!!!
NOOOOOOOOO...
it's an undercharge slip, informing me that I owe the post office 40 cents postage!!

Now I've got a small problem when it comes to the post office, as most of my trade partners this year can attest to. The fine folks over at my local post office have WAY better hours than I do this summer as I've been averaging 68+ hours a week for the last 7~8 months. How the heck am I going to get by the main branch to pay them the money!! Luckily, my mom and dad are retired and my mom took a bit of pity on me, going by there for me (we live in the same neighborhood).

Now, I could see not being able to get to the post to mail something, taking a guess, and chancing loading the front of the envelope with what you think is the right amount of postage stamps and coming up short. But Sam, like myself when it comes to mailing more than 1 package, or totally wanting to ensure proper postage, trudged down to the post office, stand in line to hand the packages to the desk clerk for weighing, and pay for mailing (as evidenced by the Post Office printed postage label). How the hell do you come up 40 cents short? That's like Walmart putting an incorrect lower price on an item, and expecting you to pay the actual price that should have been on the item, but at least they have the business ethics to charge you what the shelf tag is and correct the shelf tag later!

Now I know why the Postal Service is in trouble, damned jackasses that run the joint can't figure out how to do their jobs. You charge the wrong price for mailing something, then totally inconvenience me for your error by making me try to figure out how to get to you during your now ridiculously short hours of operation, all for 40 cents that you should be absorbing as YOUR mistake!!

Now, don't get me wrong, this post has very little to do with Sam. He's a top-notch, real stand-up kind of guy. If you have not traded with him, or joined one of his Group Breaks, I ask, What's wrong with you? What the heck are you waiting for? He always throws in extras in his breaks, as well as his trade packages. He just happens to be the source of the package, NOT the mistake. Hell, the only thing I hold against him in this whole scenario is the fact that he did not pressure me harder to pick up the damned Nationals in this break!!! Way to go Spankee!!!

OK, Rant over, back tomorrow with the contents of the recently held for 40 cents ransom break envelope.
Have a GReat day!!
Dawgbones