**The US Postal Service will be closed today, to honor the memory of President Ford.
I read this as I settle back at my desk from a quick jaunt to the Post Office.
:rolleyes:
Luckily, the front door was open to the stamp machine, which was all I went for anyway.
And I spent 20 minutes watching funeral coverage this morning, not to mention discussing the event in another thread here just before I left.
Again: :rolleyes:
This is why all my posts on the SDMB should be revered & attended-to faithfully, Mr Bus Guy.
What if I had posted that King Kong was Running Amok?
You’d have gone out without your 12 Foot Banana, & then where would you be? 
I’ve been in Arlington Virginia since Sunday, and I’m pissed. Can’t get into a museum until Wed, when we’re going home. At least the traffic around DC isn’t as bad today. 
I’m glad you told me that, Bosda; now I can postpone my trip to the P.O. until tommorow. Yay!
Damned lazy-ass federal workers. I don’t get a day of mourning, hell no, and I assure you, I’ve got a lot of mourning to do. I’d mourn out in the yard with the leaves, and maybe I’d mourn inside with the fridge that needs cleaning out, and maybe I’d mourn in my sleep whilst taking a little nappy nap. But nooo.
Dammit! I haven’t been to the post office for four days, and was hoping to pick up my Thangles, a Weasel Ball (thanks, Dopers) , four DVDs, three books, a Netflix movie, and my pension check. Shit. I’m going back to bed.
With the snowstorm, the weekend, the holiday, and today, we haven’t gotten mail in a week!
The flag at my post office was at fullmast all day today.
Explains why the mail hasn’t arrived yet. Thanks for the heads-up.
Hee hee!
Mine was, too, but the two stamp machines were out of order. One was completely shut down and the other would neither dispense books of stamps or refund money. The only thing it would do was accept dollar bills and dispense one .39 stamp with a helpful notation on the screen that the fact you had not recieved your change had been duly noted and could be taken up with the Postmaster. (I’d hate to be him/her tomorrow.)
I discovered this after feeding in my money and getting nothing but a “Work it out with the guy behind the counter” message. I wrote a note to tape to the front of the machine.
All in all, at least twenty people came and went while I was writing my little note (pasted up with half of a Ziggy Christmas sticker which came on a card envelope I had in my purse.) I informed each that the office was closed and that the stamp machine was out of order. Further, the other post office branch didn’t have a stamp machine, so they’d have to go to the grocery store which sells them. This news was not recieved well.
“Fuckin’ Gerry Ford,” replied one man in disgust, rattling the doors for good measure.* “Yeah,” I replied, tongue-in-cheek. “He should have picked a more convenient time to die.” Others seemed utterly perplexed that the death of the ex-president merited more than a lowered flag.
*The sociologist in me kept count of how many people nodded when I told them it was closed, read the sign, noted the darkened waiting area, yet tugged on the door anyway, as if this was all an elaborate ruse. The answer: five, within a five minute period.
GOD DAMNIT! All these days off are eating into my free 2-week NetFlix trial! GRRRRRRRRRRR
Apparently postal employees mourn more often than most folks - no disrepect to Ford, but post offices seem to close their offices even if a third cousin of a County commissioner in a neighboring state dies.
I mean, I’ve got nothing against Ford, but the post office was closed for three days! It ate my Netflix! For all they knew, I needed some of that mail - it would be okay if the rest of the world had stopped, as for a major holiday, but nobody else ground to a halt. Couldn’t they have moved it to Wednesday or something?