One of the benefits of funderemployment is the excellent people-watching that can be accomplished during regular business hours.
At the Poland Avenue post office on a recent afternoon, a flustered customer was observed complaining to the clerk that her mail was being delivered to her neighbor's house.
What were her options, she asked, so that her untrustworthy neighbor couldn't steal her identity/coupon circulars:
"You don't have no idea what kind of busted up shit that bitch can do!" she explained. "I'm not tripping or nothing, but shit."
After speaking to the clerk's supervisor, the customer left in a fury. I probably would have done the same, considering the advice she received, which was to "just ask your neighbor to give you back your mail."
And there you have it, from the nation's finest. You know if an ambulance, a fire engine, a police car, and a mail truck all meet at a four-way intersection, the mail truck has the right of way because it's a federal vehicle? Seems about right, for social priorities and stuff.