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8:20 p.m. - 2003-09-11 And of course these are the bills for the visit to the incredibly incompetent doctor I saw for my ear a couple of months ago. Excuse me a minute. I have to go scream some obscenities. ************************************ Do you know how many hits you get if you type "I hate the US Postal Service" into Google? You get many, many hits. Go ahead! Try it!! Many, many, many, many people hate the US Postal Service!!! ********************************** Ok, I feel better now. Do you want to know the most insane thing about this? When I was talking to the 12th person about this problem yesterday, I finally got just insanely angry. This woman kept repeating the same thing like a broken record. She literally kept saying, over and over: "I'm sorry if you feel that there is a problem, but we have put a flag on your account and all your mail is being delivered." "So why am I being sent to a collections agency because I never received these bills?" "Well, I don't know. I'm sorry if you feel that there is a problem...." So after literally ten minutes of literally hearing the same sentence over and over, I finally said: "I am SO ANGRY I don't know what I'm going to do!! Where IN HELL is my mail?!!" So this woman says: "You are cussing me out, and I am terminating this call!" Click. So I called her back. When I got her on the phone, she said: "I am not talking to you! You cussed me out, and you have threatened a US Postal Service employee!!" Uh....what? "Yes! You said you were so angry, you were going to murder me!! and you told me to go to Hell!!" And then she hung up on me again. Bruce was sitting and listening to my side of the whole thing. He confirms that I never said anything about murdering anyone!! And I never told her to go to Hell! I asked where in Hell my mail was!! This woman is just psycho!! And she and her evil cohorts have kidnapped my mail!! Good grief, Charlie Brown! I just want my freakin' mail. (Whimper.....sniff....) **************************************** Ok, here's a quote from one of our local advertiser type magazines. They are reviewing a bookstore up in Tennessee: "The Book Store has a large selection of Christian books, both fiction and non-fiction." I don't know why this struck me as hysterically funny. I guess because to me, the whole Bible is a book of fiction, or at least really elaborate legends which may or may not be based on some kind of reality. Or maybe I'm just in a seriously atrociously bad, bad mood tonight and I'm desperate for a laugh. ********************************* As if the evil Postal Service were not enough, my friend Sarah called tonight to say that her parakeet, Lemonade, is in the hospital. She was trying to lay an egg for the first time, and it (insert technical bird language here) and then (insert more technical bird language here) and it got infected and so Lemonade needed to go in for emergency surgery. She pulled through, though. She's a plucky little thing. Sadly, when this is over she won't be able to go back to being with her fellow parakeet, Eddie. They're madly in love, and Eddie was stimulating her to lay eggs, which she cannot be allowed to do again. So they'll have to be separated. I guess parakeets bond the same way rabbits do, so it really is pretty awful.
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