I dropped by the post office to mail off a couple of packages. When I
arrived the place was completely empty, but by the time I had my
packages prepped there was a line out the door. It took about a minute
for a dozen people to file in. Anyway our postal clerk is a talkative
one. While I waited I listened to him vent about life behind the
counter to a succession of hapless customers. He eventually admitted
that he was suffering from shorttimer's. He's leaving the company and
finishing his education. It was kind of inspiring.
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