So I know I've bitched about the post offices in my neighborhood ... a lot. Not too long ago tonight, I tried to go to the post office on Speedway and 43rd (or 44th ... it's around there) to mail off one of the sporadic CDs I sell on Half.com. I've given up on the actual stamp vending machines to be in working order (because they never are), so I headed straight to the automated postage machine (or whatever you call it). Only it was out of order. With no sign displaying such. So, I thought, no problem, I'll just go to the Central Park Station office on Lamar near 38th. So I get there and ... the automated machine has a big sign saying it's OUT OF ORDER!!!
No, it gets better. After staring in astonishment that I've encountered two out-of-order automated postage machines in less than 10 minutes, but, then, I saw that the stamp vending machine at this post office was actually working! Which was now of no use to me because (since I've given up on said vending machines ever being in order) I now longer carry my coin bag (purse? pouch?) in my car, and that's where all my spare change is in.
Gah. At least I know what I'll be doing on my lunch break tomorrow. Grrrr.
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