Postal Fun with Customers
These are actual conversations at a Post Office window with six stations. It may not be exactly, word by word, but, close enough.
An elderly man and woman coming up to a window clerk and said somebody knocked down their mailbox and they needed another one and they wanted to know what the Postal Service recommended. The clerk pulled out a laminated sheet, showing the various mailboxes accepted and it had the measurements of the box and the required height of the pole supporting the box and so on. The elderly couple very seriously studied the pictures of recommended boxes and after a little private discussion between them the man told the clerk they would take “That one.”
The postal clerk let out what sounded like the beginning of a giggle but ended with a cough with his mouth covering the cough and biting his lip said he would have check with his supervisor. He went and get a supervisor and stood aside while the elderly couple told the supervisor what mailbox they decided and wanted to know the cost and the labor cost to installed it. The supervisor also let out a similar strange cough and covered his mouth. He explained to them that the Postal Service didn’t sell mailboxes they would have to buy it at a hardware store. The clerk said, “I’m new!”
A lady with a white shirt came up to the window. Her shirt was thin and it was evident she had no bra on. Then, on the PA system an announcement came on saying someone left their headlights on in the parking lot, a white Ford. Then suddenly supervisors, distributing clerks, and carriers found a reason to be behind the counter, parading through looking at the customers.
The week before someone left their headlights on in a yellow Ford which coincidentally, caused another parade of postal employees behind the counter.
After the window was closed for the day, Jackie a female clerk was filling out a form to send a passport in and supervisor Steve walked by and leaned over and said, “Are you sure this was a woman? It looked like a man dressed like a woman to me.”
Jackie: “The I.D. said female… damn! What should I do, tell her I have to check to see if she has balls or not?!”
Another lady filled out an application for a passport and when presenting her drivers license as a form of I.D. the clerk almost cracked up. Her smile looked like a skeleton’s smile, all teeth with a strain. Obviously she was the type to put on a big fake smile when she smiled for the camera.
When she posed for the passport photo she did the same… all the clerks behind the camera cracked up.