Spawn of Satan

I'm fairly certain that in order to be an employee at the Westlake Post Office you must pass a DNA test letting them know you are the Spawn of Satan. This place is my own personal hell. I honestly would rather pay $35 more in shipping than have to endure the wrath of that place. This morning I walked in around 9:30 to find a line of about 20 people. I didn't care, I wasn't in a hurry, and I had my book with me so all was peachy in my world.

After about 20 minutes one of the employees looks up and says to the next man in line (or waiting in line), "Sir get behind the black line". The man was kind of startled but cautiously backed up behind what he thought was the black line. She says again with more authority this time, "Sir get back behind the black line". He says to her, "I am behind the black line ma'am." To which she replies, "No you aren't, step all the way behind the black line". Each time her voice got louder. I didn't quite understand her urgency of him getting behind the black line, but apparently it was do or die.

After that sweet little encounter she turned to all of us waiting in line and said, "You might as well sit down because I am on the only one working today, and I am tired." Oh my. Satan, is that you? As I was reading I was slowly trying to steal glances at this woman. I kept wondering what caused her to be in such a bad mood. Maybe, she had a fight with her mother this morning on the way to work or maybe her ex-husband was supposed to pick up the kids this morning but didn't and now she has to figure out a way to work and care for them. Maybe she didn't make rent this month or her car is in the shop and needs new brakes. Whatever it was, I am sure it was bad. It had to be.

Everyone has a story. I just hope that hers has a happy ending because if this woman gets any more pissed off or angry I think she may go postal.

P.S. I made it through the line and my checkout without getting yelled at AND I got her to crack a smile!