My Tax Dollars at Work

I walked in the door of my neighborhood post office to mail a letter at 1:20 pm. I had one letter, I just needed a stamp. My children were playing at their grandma's house, so I thought I was having a party getting go anywhere alone. Even if it was the post office. In other words, I was not in a hurry, if I had known the line was so long or had my children, I probably would've gone to the grocery store to get a stamp and driven up to the mailbox. (there are no stamp machines in our neighborhood post office anymore - go figure)

There was one woman behind the counter. There are four windows. At 1:52 pm I was walking out of the post office to my car.

That extra 1 cent for postage was obviously not intended for hiring an extra person to work the post office windows. Wow.