Monday, July 14, 2008

Post office poison

Should you ever find yourself headed to the Fenton post office, I implore you to turn your car around and take 141 into Valley Park. There you will find the most perfect little post office you ever did see. Alas, in my quest to combine a Panera lunch run with a post office stop, I deserted my personable Valley Park postal workers in lieu of the painfully slow Fenton post office.

While the no-eye-contact and no-thank-yous mumbling postal worker who waited on me was somewhat tolerable, I will never go back. The employees are rude to the customers and one another, everything moves at a snail's pace, and there are too many pajama pants-wearing patrons with picket fence teeth for my liking. After 20 minutes in the post office, my disposition was so dour that I gave a booming "you're welcome!" to the two incoming patrons who failed to thank me for holding the door for them. I hate it when people don't acknowledge common courtesies, but usually I don't say anything. That's Chip's job.

So, there you have it. Farewell Fenton, and hello Valley Park. I shall never desert you again for an asiago roast beef sandwich.

1 comment:

  1. Wow, this is one of the rare times Valley Park beat anyone in anything. I'm sure this post will be printed up and hung in City Hall. And by City Hall I mean Carol House. Because you like nice things.


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