I have always noticed something interesting that happens at the post office. If I have posted about this before please forgive me, but I just noticed it again the other day and it got me thinking about it again.

When people are at the post office and they are about to drop something in the mailbox, they absolutely freak out. Their brain sort of shuts down temporarily, or at least gets tied up so much so that they can not otherwise function. It happens to almost every single person. Next time you go there, take a look, and watch people.

I am talking about the outside drop box, and not so much anything in side, because a mistake inside the office is easier to correct than one at the drop box. People will approach the box in their cars, put the envelope to the opening of the box, then just sit there. You can practically see the gears in their brain kicking into overdrive. You can also see uncertainty and fear on their faces.

I am not exactly sure what causes this. If I remember correctly, and don't get me wrong, I probably don't, but I believe when I was younger, the mail drop boxes were different. For example, one was for metered mail versus stamped mail, and other such varieties. I also believe that now, all the mail drop boxes are the same. Additionally, what is the worst thing that could happen if your mail was to go into some sort of wrong box, would the mail just evaporate?

Anyway, people put their mail up to the opening and completely shutdown while trying to figure out if this is the correct move to make, as if it was a terminal decision. Some people are really fucking dumb, and they will put the mail up there, then pull it back, think for a few seconds, put it up there again, carefully inspect the other boxes, then their chosen box, then think some more.

When I was at the post office on Friday, a lady sat there for no less than 60 seconds trying to determine if she was doing the right thing.

It is an amazing phenomenon to witness. Me? I say fuck it, I roll up to that bitch, toss all my shit in whatever hole, and take the fuck off. My mail never gets lost, and always gets to its destination in a timely manner. The USPS has got the mail drop box system streamlined. There is no wrong choice. I would wonder if these same assholes would take the same amount of time to figure shit out if the USPS just had one single huge box with a nice big hole on the front. My money is on yes.

Speaking of where my money is at, I am off to Vegas tomorrow morning. I'll be there until Saturday, doing unspeakably depraved things, and living like a rock star. When I get back, I plan to get my regular entertaining posting back on a regular basis, and not just serve up plates of dumb shit no one cares about.

PUSSY!

I tend to think people suck. I don't really like people. I stay home most of the time, because people are just too stupid to be around. I do not care what people think about me, nor do i care what people think i think about them. All this aside, I am a civil person. I hold doors open for people, I give people a quick smile as I walk by to display my friendliness.

The other morning at work, I was about to snag some free coffee and this lady walks up beside me and and starts processing her own beverage. I do not know the woman, and she does not know me. I see her all the time around the office, but I have no idea who she is. She is a larger African American woman, not that it matters, nor is it pertinent to the anecdote, I am simply trying to paint a picture in your head.

This was early in the morning... approximately 7:30am. I was not up to speed yet. I was hazy. She is about 8 inches away from me, putting something into a cup, and I hear her make a noise, but I am not sure what it was. Uh oh. Did she just say something to me? Did she say hello? Was she talking to herself? Was she just clearing her throat?

About a hundred things went through my mind. A few of which were... If she said hello to be friendly, and I did not acknowledge her at all, then I might be perceived as an asshole, or some sort of elitist. If she was mumbling to herself and I replied, then that could be considered rude. What if she really did not make a noise at all, and i just imagined it?

It was at that point that I remembered that I just don't care, so I just ignored her completely and carried on with my process.

This seemed like a lot more interesting idea in my head before I started. I appear to have lost some of my blogging mojo. I am not sure why. Damn it. I assume it is because I am in the pre-fall funk where nothing much happens as summer winds down. At least I hope that is the case, and that the cycle gets mixed up a little bit after I go on vacation in 10 days.

I think this is the longest I have gone without posting since I started. I find myself thinking back about something, and coming here to look it up for a time frame reference. I have to get back on the horse.
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Every day when Carl put on his socks, they ripped, which upset him greatly, because it was not until after the socks were destroyed each day that he remembered that his feet were razor blades. Poor Carl.

Preseason football started this past Sunday. The first Cowboys preseason game is tonight. To me, this means that Fall is officially "sorta" here, even though it really isn't.

I used to hate the fall. I guess it was because I was a kid and that meant summer was over and school started back up. I would have to wear blue jeans again, even though it was still well over 100 degrees in Texas. I usually walked home from school, which sucked. Although, there was that one joyful moment each day when you get home, and peel off your jeans, and toss on some shorts.

As I have gotten older I think Fall has become my favorite season of the year. The weather starts to cool off, football starts up, and I'm usually a lot closer to vacation than I am in the spring. I guess its hard to explain in words, but during the fall, I just feel nifty and keen.

Well, damn it. I have started this post 3 or 4 different times, and gotten to this point, and just ran out of gas, and now it has happened again. The past few times, I have just deleted everything thing and said fuck it, I'll do it later.

Well, this time I am not going to do that. This time you get some lame bullshit rambling. uh....

uhm...

Shit, I got nothing. I have been in major coast mode for several weeks. I am selling my ticket shit on eBay, trading stock options, playing hockey, etc... that shit keeps me busy enough to not pay much attention to anything else, so I am sort of drawing a blank on stuff to write about. Who knew doing stuff would cause writers block. Maybe soon I should scan every article from the year so far, and give a pointed numbered list on stuff I have sort of dropped the ball on. Remember my plan to start meditation? How did that go? What about my grill repair, or my electricity bill, or my debt reduction, or my conversion to pre-paid cellular service, or emergency preparations, or my gun adventures? How the hell did all this shit turn out? You'll just have to stay tuned to find out I guess because I sure as hell aint going through it all right now.

Anyhoo, I'll come up with more material. If I recall sometime last year I also hit this same kind of drought, but I recovered fully. My intention to to write about experiences and give my take on them, but when I get in these daily grind ruts, I forget about the stuff I encounter that is odd or worth writing about.

I have started having dreams again, after seemingly going months without really having any, so I figure I am starting to get back into "phase" with the world. Keep checking in, should be some interesting things coming down the pike... pipe? turnpike? hmm, weird.

No seriously, I want you to literally sit there and wait for me to type something new. Oh, hold your breathe too, that'll be awesome.