Perhaps you recall on Friday when I mentioned the post man refused to take my 15.3 ounce package with him. Something about a USPS rule that anything over 12 ounces needs to be delivered by me to the post office. Saturday afternoon, we took the 15.3 ounce package to the 24/7 post office up the road. There was a long line, as there always is at that post office. So, we utilized the postage machine in the lobby. I weighed my 15.3 ounce package and discovered it only weighed 15.2 ounces. I went through and answered all the automated questions (package dimensions, shipping preference, etc), and verified I only need $4.60 to send my package. That's 11.22 41 cent stamps. I counted the stamps I had slapped onto the package: 12. Twelve forty-one cent stamps, that's $4.92. Plenty of postage. We dropped the package into the slot and went on our merry way. Today, my package was sitting on my front porch. WTF?! It has a helpful sticker on it informing me that because my package is over 12 ounces, I need to bring it to my local post office. Profanity below the fold. WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE POST OFFICE?! I TOOK MY PACKAGE TO THE FUCKING POST OFFICE! ARE YOU HONESTLY TELLING ME THAT IT'S TOO FUCKING HEAVY FOR THEM TO TAKE TO PANAMA CITY BUT NOT TOO HEAVY TO BRING BACK TO MY HOUSE TO INFORM ME THAT IT'S TOO FUCKING HEAVY FOR MY POSTAL CARRIER? IT'S FIFTEEN FUCKING OUNCES! OUNCES! NOT POUNDS! WHAT THE FUCK? I'm sorry, cousin, I know you ordered wedding photos from your friendly wedding photographer, but the post office does not want you to have them. Never mind they're in the exact same packaging that was utilized to successfully deliver the prints to us from the developer. Un-fucking-believable. I won't go to the post office again until the weekend. I have not the patience during the week. And I need to repair my stun gun before I can go in and persuade those fuckers to take my package.

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