I was standing in line at the post office today. There were about five people in front of me, and only two post office workers helping customers. This old white guy in front of me was so tired of waiting he kept of swearing. I was just standing and all of a sudden he yells out "Dammit!" I can understand why he's mad, he's old and is going to die soon. The last place you want to spend your final days is the post office. Then he starts going "Shoot" (you know the word) and "Son of a _." I was starting to get mad as well. The person the post office worker was helping was some 25 year old girl with her boyfriend, and all she was doing was filling out some form and chatting with the worker. She was asking the post office guy if she wrote the right address, and the post office guy was all flirty saying "I wouldn't know, he's your friend. Hahaha." Then the girl started telling him what the package was for. Geez girl, just send off the package. There's a line of people behind you. If I were her boyfriend, I'd slap her and tell her to hurry up. The post office is almost as bad as the DMV, but the DMV is about 20 times as long and 1000 times more silent. They should let me build a DMV. I'd set up chairs so you could sit while you wait. And I'd put vending machines next to the line so you could buy food as you stand in the line from hell. Man, I could be a millionaire being the marketing genius i am.

Then after that I went to the bank. I went to cash an $8 check I got for selling stuff on eBay. This bank is horrible. I think I've said this before, but I will mention it again. It's the Worlds Savings Bank at Lakeshore Plaza. Last time I went to cash a check and the lady got on my case because the check I wanted to cash had the name "Allen Lem" on it and on their computer data base my name is Allan Lem. She's all like "next time, we won't be able to cash it because you're name is spelled differently here, so remember next time to make sure they spell your name right." I was pretty pissed. First off, how many Allan/Allen Lem's in San Francisco are there? Secondly, the check was from an eBay buyer of mine. You think a stranger is going to send me another check if I tell him you misspelled a letter in my name? Third off, that check was for $3. Just give me cash you ho.

Well anyway, that leads me to todays bank story. I went to cash my $8 check and the teller says "I know this is silly, but can I see your ID?" Silly? I'll tell you what's silly, my fist in your face is silly if you don't give me my $8 girl. I hate it when they ask me for my ID. Do I look like some 14 year old walking into their bank trying to cash a check my grandma gave me for Kwanza? I bet you she doesn't ask for ID when someone older tryies to cash an $8 check. This bank sucks.

And finally as I was waiting at a red light on Sunset and Ortega, this truck tries to turn onto Sunset and beat the red light. As he swerves onto the lane his truck drops 4 huge concrete bricks onto the floor, blocking all the lanes. Luckily I was at the red light behind him, so I just turned off onto Ortega and went another way. If that guy dropped those bricks while I was driving behind him, I'd be flying out of my car.