There's a USPS truck outside my work office that usually comes today, Wednesday, or Friday. I had to drop off some certified mail for my boss (about 3 large envelopes). When I get to the truck one of the envelopes slips out from my hand and falls UNDERNEATH the truck, causing it to be lodged under the rear right tire. Just my luck.
So I ask the woman inside if she can move the truck just about ONE INCH (literally one inch) so that the envelope can be slipped out. Not too much to ask right? What does she do?
Roll her eyes TWICE, gives me a large SIGH, and then says:
HER: Do you know how much trouble I had to go through to find parking HERE?
ME: I'm sorry about that but there's plenty of space in back of you to just move one inch please. I understand the inconvenience of having to start up the truck and all but the envelope is stuck under there. I can't even get to it. I'm afraid if I try to pull it towards my way, it will rip everything.
HER: SIGH. SIGH. *eye roll* SIGH.
BUT thank goodness a good hearted guy came over to me and looked under the truck, saw what happened, CRAWLED under the truck for me and pulled the envelope out. While doing this, he ripped off (by accident!) the Certified Mail slip thats supposed to be ripped off anyhow by the mail person after I pay for the postage.
I thank the guy profusely. I couldn't even imagine going under that truck. BELIEVE ME, I tried but dude I could not do it.
I then give the lady the envelopes and the ripped off slip. What does she say?
HER: NEXT TIME DON'T RIP THIS OFF. I'M SUPPOSED TO DO IT MYSELF THEN GIVE IT BACK TO YOU.
ME: Well, it wouldn't be ripped off in the first place if you moved the car a freakin' inch and let me get it!
HER: WHATEVER! NEXT!
Damnit people. I say sorry so many damn times. I say PLEASE. I don't act holier than thou or scream at you like some other people would so why do you treat me as though I'm shittier than you?
Please tell me I'm not wrong in this or am I?