...with my bud Chiefy.
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I cannot be held responsible if you do not and a pack of wolves eat you.
WHAT I MEANT TO SAY!!
Let me set the scene....
I go to the window to ask for assistance after not being able to get my PO box open.
The guy at the post office: "Your box is locked until you show two forms of ID."
Me: "Huh? Why?"
PO Guy: "I don't know. We just had to lock down a lot of the boxes until we had two forms of ID on file."
Guy behind me jokes: "Maybe you should have paid your bill. Hahahahaha."
Me: *bores hole in his head with my death glare*
(So lucky that Chris Rock lives in my town......)
Me: "Here's my drivers license."
PO Guy: "I need another form of ID like a utility bill, copy of a lease, mortgage statement, voter registration card...."
Me: "Here's my Costco card."
PO Guy: "I can't use that."
Me: "Why not? It's a PHOTO ID."
PO Guy: "It's not on the list."
What I said: "Oh. Okay. Let me run home and get another form of ID for you. I'll be back in about 45 mintues. No....don't worry that I have an appointment at the hair salon in 30 minutes and have to pick the kids up from school immediately after that. I'll skip all that stuff and get you the ID." *insert pleasant smile*
What I really said this time meant to say: "Seriously? Who carries a copy of their mortgage statement or utility bills on them? Not me! I got enough crap to carry on a regular basis! I don't carry useless stuff on the off chance someone might ask for it! And no, I do NOT have my voter registration card on me either. The polls aren't open!! So you want me to drive all the way home and get another form of identification before I can get MY mail out of MY box?! So much for running to the PO real quick on my way to get my haircut. I mean, it's fine that you need to update your files. But it would have been nice if you would have put a note in my box the week before so that I would know BEFORE I drive over here that you need additional information. It is NOT okay that you hold my mail hostage and waste my time!"
PO Guy: *insert blank apathetic stare*
After my tirade (stop laughing....for me that WAS a tirade), he finally mentioned a form of ID which I actually had with me that would be acceptable. So I had to get out of line, go to my car, get my vehicle registration and get BACK IN LINE!
Yeah.....not a happy princess.....
And what was in the box? A credit card bill and tax forms....
Happy, happy, joy, joy. <------that's sarcasm, MIITB.
When I said: Ed is most awesome. (His words...not mine.)
What I meant to say: HELP! Someone please save me from this crazy person with a knife to my throat!''
Totally kidding! Go see Ed and tell him Princess sent you. (Or as he likes to call me...POS. I'm still looking for someone to take him out for that.)
To the groundhog who had the nerve to not see his shadow and dart back in his hole....
What I said: "Aw shucks. Six more weeks of winter."
What I meant to say: "Who wants to come to my house for groundhog stew? I'm using my crockpot again."