People suck

There's a reason I like animals better than people. Mankind is fucking annoying. And by mankind, of course, I often mean womankind.

Case in point, I had to go to the post office today to get a stamp. One lousy little stamp. Now, there's a machine there that sells individual stamps. It even takes pennies! But, today, the 39 cent stamps were sold out. And, needless to say, there were huge lines at the windows.

There was a supervisor by the machines and I asked if they would be filling the stamps up any time soon, and she said no, but I could purchase an individual regular stamp at the commemorative stamps window, where they sell special issues that collectors buy.

There were only 4 people at this window (most people don't know you can buy regular stamps there, I guess) so I thought I had it made.

Alas, it was not to be. There was a woman ahead of me, who spent, and I am not exaggerating, at least 15 minutes on her order. “Oh, I don't know about these, I like the purple better, they're prettier. What about flag stamps, I don't need them, but they would be good to have too.”

So fucking annoying.

And I mean, really – who gives a rat's ass about stamps? Does anyone actually notice if they are pretty? Don't you just rip the envelopes open?

I was ready to strangle this fucktard by the end of her decision-making. Fifteen minutes to buy stamps.

There used to be a cheesy singing group called Up With People. I swear, if I could carry a tune, I would form a new group, Down With People, the rat bastards.