Post office coonery

[Soulja Boon]

So I had to run an errand to the post office for work yesterday. I don't mind, it gives me time to get out of the office and walk around for a bit before getting to the post office. Thing was yesterday I had to carry about 50 pounds of boxes and envelopes to be shipped out. It wasn't TOO heavy, but after a while I could feel my arms about to give out.

So the line was really long, and I couldn't see into the teller windows because of the angle. I'd rest the boxes against a wall with my knee while waiting so I could take some of the weight off my arms. As soon as I'm up front, arms about to give out, this uppity sheboon with an Omarosa-esque weave just walks in from the entrance and cuts me off. Before I could even say anything, about 3 humans just yell "C'MON, HE WAS HERE FIRST!" and "HE'S GOT A TON OF BOXES!" The nigger ended up giving us the death stare, then pulls out A FUCKING ENVELOPE. It then stands at the window holding YT up while it tries to get this one fucking standard-sized envelope mailed. My arms were killing me.

Next window that opens up...Again, a coon comes out of nowhere and cuts me off. This is getting ridiculous. Finally, the first coon line-cutter with the one envelope leaves, and I run like hell to the window to find.....

.....The teller is a nigger.

Of course all the other tellers were niggers, too, and had this stressed out looking manager running around trying to fix their mistakes. So the coon cops an attitude when I say I'm in a hurry. The post office was gonna close in 15 minutes, and I had a lot of stuff to mail out. Of course there was a JET magazine on the coon's desk, and of course it was name Sharmaliqua or something like that. So it takes fucking FOREVER to process one box...Then FOREVER to process another.

I have envelopes that I need stamps for. They're special envelopes with some form letter stuff in them, so they need two stamps. Well, the boon refused to print out, like, 20 labels for the 20 envelopes, so instead I have to wait while it counts stamps. Oh. My. God.

Two stamps. That's it. Something like 22 envelopes. Simple enough. The coon has to get out a calculator to calculate the costs, and how to break up the books of stamps to get me what I need. I'm tapping my fingers on the counter, eager to leave. She looks up, giving me that "FUCK YOU YT" glare, and goes "Can you PUH-LEASE not tap ya'llz fingaz!" So after 5 minutes I get my stamps, and have all the boxes ready to go.

I look at the clock: 4:58. I have to get these envelopes mailed out TODAY and I have to manually put all these stamps on them myself, and I have 2 minutes before closing time. Fuck it, I thought, I'll just stay in the Post Office until they kick me out. Thank God coons are lazy, because they all just stayed in the back after closing. I got all my envelopes done and I mailed them out. Good to go!

And on the way out, in the lobby of the Post Office, was a drunk homeless nigger with Tourette's or something. It kept yelling short syllables like "BAAA!" and "MMP!" and "FFFFT!"

It'll be a cold day in hell before I have another coontact-free day.

[Wodie Champ]

unbelievable. Where are you, that such monkey shines are allowed?? I have seen a nigger cut the line one time down here where i live (south florida, white neighborhood), and the nigger was denied service and told to get in the back of the line. The nigger quickly chimped out, and was then told it was to leave the premises or the police will be involved. Solved that problem.

Of course, thats because the people working there were humans, unlike your case. Sucks u had to dealw ith that. Sadly, this happens frequently, and if the person "working" there is a nigger, they will help the ape get over on whitey. They gladly enable monkey shines. It gives them a feeling of power over the massa race.

disgusting. Sorry you dealt with that.

may i suggest you call and complain? talk to a manager (white person), and tell them to check the video tape a said time and date. They have cameras in the post office. Tell them that this nigger cut you in line, and the teller allowed it, and even laughed at you and made some remark about "fuck dat cracka". You may actually get the chimpfirmative blacktion ape fired. WOO HOOO!!

[JT Buckmaster]

For more tales of mail-oriented coonery, I recommend Bukowski's 'Post Office'. He never really lets rip on the lazy nigger bastards (probably too wasted to care), but it's funny stuff all the same.

[Wodie Champ]

gunga din!! bring water!!

[Onemondayruinsaweekend]

man that sucks Im sorry you had to deal with that. Ive had my fair share of chimpouts and yes it sucks that you can have a chimpout free day. Ive seem to run into more since Obama got elected

[niggermortis]

Some nigger bitch tried to cut in front of me at a Target once. This happened a couple years ago. She didn't have a cart, just stuff in her hands. I had a cart. When she stepped in front of me, I didn't say a word. I walked around her, stepped on her foot as hard as I could without it looking obvious, then pulled my cart from behind me in a half-circle around her. She looked surprised, but still arrogant and haughty. Like most niggers, she expected yt to back down. I then gently leaned toward her, looked her dead in the eye and in a snarling whisper said, "Try that ever again, nigger, and I'll kill ya'. Got that? And I'm not the only one who feels that way. Got that?" She took a step or two backward, looked down and that was the end of it. When I left the store, I stood outside in front of the main exit doors where she could clearly see me before she started through the exit doors. When she saw me, she just stopped and stood there, not wanting to exit. I waited a full minute, just glaring at her, before I turned and went out to the parking lot, and she hung back inside the store waiting for me to go on. I then went out and stopped between two SUVs where she couldn't see me. She came out after about 3 minutes, probably figuring I'd left. I got her license plate and took a good look at her car in case I ever saw it parked out and about somewhere with the idea that she might need a refresher course at some point.

I'm guessing she gave strong thought to daring to ever cut in front of yt again, at least when she's by herself.

[Soulja Boon]

For more tales of mail-oriented coonery, I recommend Bukowski's 'Post Office'. He never really lets rip on the lazy nigger bastards (probably too wasted to care), but it's funny stuff all the same.

I just got that book a month or two ago and it's on my "To-read" list. Maybe I'll make it the next one!

[nutnice]

I walked around her, stepped on her foot as hard as I could without it looking obvious, then pulled my cart from behind me in a half-circle around her. She looked surprised, but still arrogant and haughty. Like most niggers, she expected yt to back down. I then gently leaned toward her, looked her dead in the eye and in a snarling whisper said, "Try that ever again, nigger, and I'll kill ya'. Got that? And I'm not the only one who feels that way. Got that?" She took a step or two backward, looked down and that was the end of it.

[Robert Wayne]

Some nigger bitch tried to cut in front of me at a Target once. This happened a couple years ago. She didn't have a cart, just stuff in her hands. I had a cart. When she stepped in front of me, I didn't say a word. I walked around her, stepped on her foot as hard as I could without it looking obvious, then pulled my cart from behind me in a half-circle around her. She looked surprised, but still arrogant and haughty. Like most niggers, she expected yt to back down. I then gently leaned toward her, looked her dead in the eye and in a snarling whisper said, "Try that ever again, nigger, and I'll kill ya'. Got that? And I'm not the only one who feels that way. Got that?" She took a step or two backward, looked down and that was the end of it. When I left the store, I stood outside in front of the main exit doors where she could clearly see me before she started through the exit doors. When she saw me, she just stopped and stood there, not wanting to exit. I waited a full minute, just glaring at her, before I turned and went out to the parking lot, and she hung back inside the store waiting for me to go on. I then went out and stopped between two SUVs where she couldn't see me. She came out after about 3 minutes, probably figuring I'd left. I got her license plate and took a good look at her car in case I ever saw it parked out and about somewhere with the idea that she might need a refresher course at some point.

I'm guessing she gave strong thought to daring to ever cut in front of yt again, at least when she's by herself.

That's the only way to deal with niggers. You have to get down to their level or they'll take advantage of you every time.

[John Wilkes Booth]

I am fully aware of post office niggershines. I go to the post office 6 days a week for my small business. After shipping 30+ packages a day, I switched to endicia.com ! Awesome now, everyday I walk in, dump packages in the box and leave. I love the look of all the subhuman's in line as I walk in and out. What's fucked up is the animal staff is ALL the same after about 8 years. Lines out the door everyday I come in, care to take a guess why???