P.O.'d at the P.O.? Not I.

I came prepared. I brought an iPod and a Zen mentality when I went to the post office in my neighborhood, which is dirty and slow. Reallll slow.

The whole "I'm gonna use this as a chillin' exercise" thing went straight out the window pretty soon, though. The line just to mail a package was 13 deep, and my line, the one for picking up packages, had but three people waiting on it. But the other line had an advantage in that an actual clerk was waiting on those folks, movin' 'em along, however slowly.

My line grew to 4, 5, 6. I was second.

Finally, I moved in close and rang the bell for service. Just kept ringing it. Not with any anger. I just thought someone "in the back" would hear some guy ringing the bell for a minute, two minutes, whatever it took, and say, "Would someone PLEASE go to the service window?"

A woman appeared at the window, I backed off, and a few people behind me applauded.

No need to get hot under the collar, chums!