It's a new concept.
Adam asked, "we have rollover minutes, why can't the post office give me rollover ounces?! It would save a lot of wasted postage".
The post office of our United States never outperforms itself. In fact the motto seems to be, "if you're happy, we're happy", in whatever way your package was or was not delivered. Yes, individual letter-packin hero's exist. Mine happens to be one.
Rollover Ounces. What's up with that? Ok, Adam suggests that if you pay for more ounces than you've mailed, they should roll them over to your next purchase. It's only one more good natured punt at our unfairly-labelled post office bullies. And bullies they are, according to Adam.
He believes he does a very good job weighing the parcels and assigned the correct postage due.
He finds that his package weighing several pounds cannot be mailed since it's .05 of an ounce too much. Somehow it just seems unfair... the clerk barely smiles as she coldly informs him that this package can't go.
Adam returns with his refused work of art. Yet, before he left the post office a plan was hatched! It would only take a couple minutes. And then he would watch her face.
Adam, hurriedly returns and opens the large parcel. Next, he removes the inner cardboard flaps and recloses the package just as before, returning to the post office within 5 minutes after he was "refused".
He approaches the clerk in the next window and is delighted to see that his other "favorite" package refusing clerk is watching him attempt the package at another window. She reports, "this guy tried his package here and it's over-weight. Don't take it!"
Unabashed, the new clerk weighs the package and sweetly declares... "Your package is. 3! Ounces! Under!... good job!
Adam never felt so good.
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LOL, I love it. I hold a grudge or two against your postal system as well. Perhaps it's time to discard the airplane and return to the pony?
I have had the pleasure of having an important package returned to me twice. First they rejected the postage (btw, if they suspect you recycled uncanceled stamps, they threaten to prosecute you for a federal misdemeaner). I replaced the postage and remailed it--they returned it again and claimed the address was bad...
Fed up, I stuffed the whole thing into a flat-rate priority mail envelope (paying gobbs just to mail an envelope of newspaper clips...two weeks late). This time it went through (with no alterations to the "bad" address). It only needed to go as far as Lynnwood!
That's a great story! "Way cool" Sometimes, though, it's not the system, it's the person on a power trip.
I get to mail pkgs too. Registered mail pkgs. One I did actually get past the postoffice clerk was smaller that the smallest size but she said that she was letting it go because of the depth. She said not to be surprised if it came back. My response was "well it came to us like that, it should go back."
Wow he still lives!!
LOL! This is a great story. I have noticed that there is something about postal worker that tends to suck out their sense of humor when they walk their the doors at work. Not sure what it is but there must be something otherwise we wouldn't talk about crazy people "going postal" and doing horrible things.
Mark seems you could have driven it down there quicker than mailing it at the rate you were going!
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