And so, in the absence of any objection, the unofficial creed of the United States Postal Service is hereby amended:
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. Unless it's 20 minutes till they close for lunch. And he or she is the only one behind the counter. With 14 people in line. Prompting said United States Postal Service representative (hereafter referred to as "the Reperesentative") to turn those outside away by announcing, "We will reopen at three," before locking the door in their faces. Thereby ensuring that the outside people remain that way, while those inside who have finished their business remain inside until such time as said Representative has deemed them fit for release. Fire code? Not our department, sir. Wait to get in, wait to get out. We reopen at three. Next.
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