It is a time of fear in the face of freedom, a time for the widening of previous roads and the opening of new paths, a time of an emptying country and swelling cities, yet a time when these paths are mined by knowing algorithms of the all-seeing eye. It is the time of the warrior's peace and the miser's charity, when the planting of a seed is an act of conscientious objection.
 | Ode to the Automated Postal Station |
When Jesus gives us all a break
But I still want to mail out crap
It holds all the stuff to it I take
In hands outstretched with shipping wrap
Oh! Automated Postal Station
You don’t make me talk about the weather
And I always get an explanation
Your receipt adds it all together
Peace to the world.
Joy to the Automated Postal Station.
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This looks like the best invention since ice cream. And it takes cards.
When I tried to use my card at my post office they gave me a lot of hassle and wouldn’t take it. They said the card wasn’t signed. At my bank they recommended to me I not sign the card since anyone who found it would also be able to impersonate my signature. Finally someone else at the bank said the card was supposed to be signed after all so I signed the card. But then they still gave me a hard time whenever I went to mail a package. They said it was too much work to mail packages. The only person who ever got things done right out of that post office was our Hispanic mail carrier, and they got rid of him.
I would welcome a few of those machines here.
Comment by Iroquois — 7/22/2007 @ 9:02 pm
Your poetic talent is undeniable.
Comment by Silenced Press — 7/22/2007 @ 11:23 pm
Oh, the extent of it is completely uncharted. Unexplored, even.
Comment by Jim — 7/23/2007 @ 12:13 am