Dear USPS,

You suck.
All I want to do is make a freaking appt to get mine and The Girlie’s passport.
First, you have made this process as complex as possible. Nine hundred documents that I indeed, do live here. That I was born here. That I took tap dance lessons here, wtf? And even more required for the Girlie? Plus, you want me to talk to her Dad and get his approval as well. With ultra-notarized documents stating so. And now he has to be there, too.
I have to make an appointment to come in and show you the mountain of required documentation on top of that? Fine, great, whatever. I can do the red tape dance.

But I have now been on hold (on my CELLPHONE) for about thirty minutes. This is after you hung up on me the first time. Thank god I am not paying by the minute anymore, because there would be a reckoning. Oh, yes there would..

Don’t you *ever* come to me and ask why people hate you so. You whine that everyone is using email and the interwebs to get around you. Pfft. I hope you rot, you fucker. You’re outdated, outclassed and the ONLY reason that you’re still in business is because the current regime has some sort of insidious plot that involves you, the grays and probes.

DIAFabDIA,

~Mare

PS…Girl who gave me attitude when I called back? Yeah, there is a special hell for people like you. I hope you have an iron constitution you festering twat.

EDIT

When someone finally got on the line with me? Yeah, the process of setting an appointment took about 1 and half minutes to complete.

*runs around screaming and flailing at the FAIL!*