Today I was at the post office. And the guy at the desk was very, very slow. He seemed almost like a character in a Carol Burnett or Monty Python sketch. The whole process took him almost an hour and it made me laugh on the inside because of the absurdity. It was ridiculous and yet I felt sorry for him, too. He was simply incompetent and probably was mentally disabled. The moral of the story: See the humor, be understanding, but don’t go to small-town post offices!