If I could nominate someone for euthanasia ASAP, it would be the manager of my local post office. I detest this woman for her general stupidity and mismanagement. It's 12:20, the line is endless, there's no place to sit so you have to stand in line, and there are two clerks on duty during the lunch hour crush. Only ne of the clerks has a customer who's either seeing a million packages or flirting because there's lots of laughter and he's at her window from 12:20, when I got in line, to 12:50 when I finally mailed my package and left.
I was so pissed off over the painful standing, the endless wait - I was third in line and waited 30 minutes! - that I lost a good friend. I had to take a taxi from there to the bank since I did not plan my itinerary well today, and I left my cane in the taxi, my best friend of the past six months. I got to the door of the bank and realized my cane was heading up Broadway without me, and I had to go to a surgical supplies pharmacy on 45h ad Broadway and purchase a new one. I don't like it nearly as well.