Adventures at the US Post Office

[ilysia_039]

I have a confession: I hate the Post Office. Not just one, mind you. All of them. Every. Single. One. Which makes the fact that I ship things books regularly extremely... painful. Every time I walk into one of those horrid, official-smelling buildings, I start to clench my teeth. By the time I actually get to the point where I have to talk to a

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[thelasteddis]

Whoa.
It's like you read my mind. Except that happens to me when I'm at a counter service restaurant. Or almost any restaurant. Especially fancy ones. Which isn't helped when I can't stop having thoughts like, 'whoa, the server looks like Elijah Wood!'. Which has, really and truly, happened to me. So I stutter and blunder and make a lot of mistakes, and then to try and make up for it I smile in a really sincere, apologetic way that I've practiced in front of a mirror. It works, I swear. Recently I've started pretending I'm various book characters. Since Eddis would be far to busy being wonderful to notice the Elijah Wood-ness of the server. Maybe you could try that...

I also hate phones. In all shapes and forms. My family finds it hilarious that I can remember all my lines in a two hour play, and not get stage fright, but I do as soon as I'm supposed to talk to someone not face-to-face.

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[ilysia_039]

Oh, I'm absolutely useless on the phone. I stutter and blunder and say the same thing three or four times. Except, for some reason, when I talk to telemarketers. Then I can speak the King's English beautifully. Funny, that.

[darkiknowwell]

Merry Christmas to you too! Hell yes, I am all up for stealing money for a trip to London!

And somehow I got a 97 or 96 on my French test. I think it was a mistake. No way, no how. The Anatomy test on the other hand was definitely an EPIC FAIL.