Wikipedia and the post office.

I looked up the word blog on wikipedia. Here is the definition.

A blog (a portmanteau of web log) is a website where entries are written in chronological order and commonly displayed in reverse chronological order. "Blog" can also be used as a verb, meaning to maintain or add content to a blog.

The funny thing is until recently I had never heard that word used before. It just sounds like a made up word.

Remember my earlier post about strolling down memory lane? (if you don't just scroll down, it's the post before this one). well I had another memory lane moment today. Actually this one was not from years ago. It actually happened a few months back. I'll start off by saying that if you want to feel better about yourself just go stand in line at the post office. Sheila and I were in the post office (I guess to mail a letter, why else would we be there). And the guy in front of us smelled of alcohol something awful. But he wasn't making a scene so I was fine with that. We finally arrive to the cashier to tell her what we wanted. She gave us a form and instructed us to go fill it out and bring it back to her. She said we would not have to wait in line again. So we did as instructed. upon returning to the cashier another gentleman walked up and began ranting because his package was not there. He claimed to have called and was told it was there. After further investigation the cashier learned that he had called the other location and was told it was at the Clarksville location. After more investigation we learned that he had called as soon as the post office opened and apparently when you do that they stick your package back on the truck and send it back out to you. I guess they figure that if you are calling you are home. So needless to say we got to see a really good show. And not to mention that at the other cashier station there was another guy making a scene as well. I told Sheila that he must be expecting something really good to be this up in arms because his "package" wasn't there. I told her that he should have had his pot shipped fed ex next time ( yeah that was mean but I was miffed at this point ). After we left I told my wife that next time I felt bad about my life that I would take a trip to the post office so I would feel better about myself. I then told her that in just 5 mins we had a brush with a boozer a looser and a pot head. She laughed and then we went to our next adventure.

Blessings till I post again.