New paint for the old Dog

BigDogRick

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@Mr.Wright - thanks for the tracking number on my door prize! Here is my confirmation of payment:
Let's call this a humorous anecdote (as opposed to a rant). I just left the 7th Ave & Indian School Post Office for the third time since my arrival in Phoenix. All three times I have waited in the queue to be helped at a window only to be told that the service I need cannot be done at that window - that I must go to the first window, aside from the queue, to be helped by a Manager. Of course, that is the window where five people are standing that have not been helped since I entered because there is no Manager. I have learned to go with the flow at this USPS, so I comply and go and stand in line at the Manager's window. And, as as I have learned is the custom, once everybody in the queue has been helped, the three non-Managers working the three normal windows begin to come down and ask each of us, as our turn arrives whether we have been helped. At which time, of course, we all respond, "no, not yet". And then they each take turns helping each of us with our Manager-only problem. Well, today, my problem was that I merely wanted ONE stamp for a letter, the first letter I have personally mailed in I don't know how many years. I was directed to the machine for a one envelope postage purchase and found, once engaged with the stamp machine, that a minimum of $1.00 must be spent and that my $.49 stamp does not merit an debit - "Would I like to purchase three $.49 stamps?". Why, of course I would. One is not nearly enough. If I buy three, I will be set for the next decade at my stamp consumption rate. What a deal! Only, once the transaction is completed, no stamps emerge. Hmmm ...this is where the window queue experience begins
:) So... I process through the events at the beginning of my post and am incrementally helped by non-Manager #3 when it is my turn. I inform him of my dilemma, he says, when did you buy them? "Five minutes ago". he then proceeds to walk from behind the counter to the machine and, I kid you not, hammer it twice with his fist. Out pop my next decade's supply of stamps! I laugh and say,"I confess, I did not hit the machine! I did not know!"
 
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