Every now and then I see something that restores my faith in humanity. And then later that day, another thing will happen where those warm-fuzzies are squashed by the stupidity and laziness of human beings. Ah yes, reality.
Case in point:
The Humboldt Canada Post office here in town.
A couple of months ago, the post office decided to remove their recycling bins that people were dumping their flyers and unwanted mail into and since that happened, you could swear it was like the hospital announcing it wouldn't be accepting patients on weekends so their staff could go bowling.
An outrage. We received "raspberries" given to the post office and angry e-mails; I could hear people muttering about it curtly under their breath or openly venting about it with a disdain I usually only see reserved for serial killers, child rapists and tax season.
I may be exaggerating but I kid you not when I say this decision by the post office has, for some odd reason, really ticked people off.
Why?
They have every right to decide if it's their responsibility to recycle other people's trash and guess what? It isn't!
Uh hello, it's your mail. Is it really that hard to bring a couple of extras flyers and junk mail back to your own house and recycle them accordingly there? Or drop them off in a nearby bin?
I really just don't get people sometimes, the stuff they whine about, the false sense of entitlement they have to certain services and the bizarre, completely trivial mountains they make out of molehills.
I popped into the post office a couple of days ago after-hours and couldn't believe my eyes: flyers scattered all over the floor.
Some imbecile dodo head decided he/she was "above" this ridiculous charade the post office is trying to pull, how dare they, that evil, evil post office.
"Not on my watch!" I'm sure the person exclaimed, as flyers were thrown violently to the ground. "I will NOT be treated like a peasant!"
Cry me a river, people. How ignorant and rude.
This is like me offering to bring Timmies coffees every morning to my co-workers and when I finally decide that I just can't afford it anymore, they suddenly morph into angry villagers, rousing up a fiery protest and circling outside my office with pitch forks and torches, demanding they get their extra-large double-double.
Look it: some services do owe you things, and others do not. In this case, the local post office isn't your personal maid and it's not your backyard garbage dump. Grow up and be an adult; if you have junk mail coming out the wazoo, all crammed into your mailbox, then bring an extra bag to remove the unwanted mail. Or, oh I don't know, maybe use your hands that God gave you and bring them home with you.
I promise you won't need a pack mule.
I left the post office a few days ago with a woman on crutches behind me, flyers grasped in her hand, along with the rest of her mail and I watched as she hopped to her car (with the help of a friend) and -lo and behold!- placed the flyers in the back seat, probably on their way to her house, where they belong.
Now what's your excuse?
CM
