post office

the other day i went into the post office at 5:07. the windows close at 5:00, but they were still open. staring me down, they put up their closed sign as i beg to buy a book of stamps. they gesture at the machine. but i don't have two fives. and i can't get these stamps and nobody cares. so i mumble under my breath as i walk out to see a cop drive through a red light. why does everybody stomp on those around them? why do they do what they know they can get away with? wtf, man. then meagen says that night, "suck it up, you can handle being stomped on every now and then. some people get that every day." oh, yeah. that's why it's good to have her around. (one of the many reasons).