I am pretty irritated. I guess not eating lunch and going to the post office never mixes well. I would blame myself but there was a real piece of work behind the desk who barely glanced at me when I asked for a flat rate box.
"We don't have a flat rate box," she looked down at some papers and tape and refused to look at me.
"Ok," I looked at her. She would not look at me. Some people in line looked at me shaking their heads.
"We have flat rate boxes!" another postal worker cried out, overhearing my exchange. "They are over here," she said, pointing, "in the back. We walk by it."
"As far as I was concerned, we didn't have them," she said lazily, not bothering to look at me, treating me like crap.
"Well, can I have one?" I asked.
She looked unwilling to move. In fact, she sort of winced down into her papers and tape.
"I'll get it," the other lady hollered.
"No, I will," my mean lady said.
I almost blurted out that I would rather the other lady get it since she seemed helpful, but I didn't, I just waited.
"We have these ones. The ones without the tape," she said, handing me one.
My mean lady barely looked at me. Well, she didn't.
"Can you give me some tape?" I asked, since the one I wanted (with the tape provided was not available).
The mean lady shook her head. "We don't provide tape to the customer." She gave a snotty look.
I almost reached over and smacked her.
It was all body language too. She acted like I was scum. She would barely look at me, roll her eyes, not even move to help at all. I guess she is racist. That is the only thing that makes sense. A bad day does not cut it at all. It looked to me that she did not like the look of me and she had no intention of getting me a box even though she knew there were some. Her answer was a little too quick for my taste.