Saturday, July 14, 2007

Going Postal In Brooklyn 11218

Just up the road from Kara and myself, a scene from our local Post Office. I know how the bloke feels. The queues and general bad humoredness of all concerned once you get in that building would try the patience of a saint.

I love the non-reaction of all the other customers - 'Oh, a scene. . . I'm not really here . . . This isn't really happening . . . if I stare into the distance, it will all go away . . . . la la la'.

Who thought so many English people lived in Brooklyn?

8 comments:

Will said...

"I'm the custummmeerrr"!

Oh fuck off you egg in a bun twat.

Reidski said...

Yes, I'm with Will on this one, the guy is a fucking wanker!

And I bet you were shitin' it in case he caught you filming it ;-)

Darren said...

Reidski,

Wasn't there mate. Soon as someone raises a cough in that place, I beat a hasty retreat.

I just know that place is a powder keg ready to blow, so I never take any chances.

Sabina England, Playwright said...

people get too uptight over stupid shit. I hate it when customers act like dumb spoiled wankers. Either put up with it or shut the fuck up.

hottinroof said...

I don't necessarily agree with the acting like deranged turd, but that's my zone post office and it's ridiculous. I lose a little piece of my soul every time I have to go pick up a package.

Lisa said...

i love new york

Lisa Rullsenberg said...

Gawd, not sure what any one could have said or done to provoke that level of ranting indignation and this is from someone with a very low threshold for stupidity and crap service.

Funny, but horrific too. Clearly though, when you lose it that bad you have slipped into complete sociopathic wanker territory!

Brian Gardner said...

Send him a Form A, Darren