So, I was in the post office the other day, waiting in the front of a long line for my turn to go to the window and purchase some stamps. There were 7 or 8 people in line behind me, and I had waited for 4 people to have their turns as I moved to the front of the line.
Suddenly, a man of medium build, dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, threw open the lobby door and ‘stamped’ in. “Where is your stamp machine? Doesn’t this place have a stamp machine in here,” he yelled across the lobby to the postal workers behind the counter. His demanding tone of voice caused all of us to turn and look at him, and as we did, he repeated his request in a louder and more obnoxious manner.