The sign at the Carousel Center post office glass door says [figuratively speaking, because a sign can't talk]:
THE POST OFFICE
IS PERMANENTALY CLOSED.
IS PERMANENTALY CLOSED.
Maybe email did 'em in.
Or spellchecking.
You didn't even warn us.
I'll miss you, and the convenience [another word that spellcheckers love] you gave me, and the occasional blogger fodder [remember the Aussie who put me down royally? What did she call me, "ya mongrel"?].
Why close that branch, with its weekend and evening and holiday hours and social intercourse?
At the nearby Division Street branch I later heard talk of high rents and mandated repairs.
Close THE POST OFFICE entirely everywhere everyday. After all, it's the federal government. Give the tea partiers a run for their money-less. No taxes! No services! Anarchy! Solipsism!
Or spellchecking.
You didn't even warn us.
I'll miss you, and the convenience [another word that spellcheckers love] you gave me, and the occasional blogger fodder [remember the Aussie who put me down royally? What did she call me, "ya mongrel"?].
Why close that branch, with its weekend and evening and holiday hours and social intercourse?
At the nearby Division Street branch I later heard talk of high rents and mandated repairs.
Close THE POST OFFICE entirely everywhere everyday. After all, it's the federal government. Give the tea partiers a run for their money-less. No taxes! No services! Anarchy! Solipsism!
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