Speaking of death charts

I can not wait until the internet and Fed Ex team up and kill the post office off.

This actually happened to Jeff and I at the Post Office today:

Jeff-here is some card form my mailbox can I have my package

long pause

Lady-it’s still on the truck

Jeff-what does that mean?

Lady-(louder)it’s still on the truck

Jeff-(furrows brow)what does that mean?

Lady-(wild hand motions)it’s still on the truck

Jeff-are you going to keep repeating that until I go away?

Lady-(blank stare)

Jeff-what does that mean to me?  when can I obtain my package?

Lady-I don’t know

Jeff- you are awesome(leaves the post office)

I do not care that it is the holiday’s and she has a crappy job where old people weigh the pros and cons of the extra 80 cents for priority mail at her window all day.  

What is the speed limit? Cops know.

When are my taxes due?  The IRS knows.

How big does a fish have to be for me to take it home and eat it?  The weirdo that drives a truck on the beach knows.

But the post office has no idea when their employees are due back at the office.