I made these somewhat before Christmas, but I think frustration rings true, regardless of season. Enjoy (or not).

Going Postal 1 by quodlibet 11-18-04

What can I do for you today? I'd like to send this letter by express. It's already in an envelope with the address written clearly upon it. Wait right here, so that I can get you another envelope to put your envelope in. Doesn't that cost more? Yes. I don't understand.

Going Postal 2 by quodlibet 11-18-04

We're a federal corporation involved in a year-long corruption scandal. There's nothing here you need to know. But it's already in an envelope! You just need to put the little stickers on it! Write it out again. It's only seventeen lines long and cost you an extra nine bucks. What the fuck? You can just put the little stickies on the envelope! Hell, the guy who was just here did that! Look, I'm a postal employee. They don't pay me to be smart. Or efficient. But...why can't you just put the little stickies on the envelope and save us all that hassle?

Going Postal 3 by quodlibet 11-18-04

I'm not going to put the little Express stickies on your envelope. Why not? This form is HUGE -- it's twice as long as my letter! The postal monopoly entitles me to fuck up your life as much as I please. Well, all right, give me a pen and I'll fill it out. I can't. I went on break thirty seconds ago. I'm back in half an hour.

Going Postal 4 by quodlibet 11-18-04

Thirty minutes later. Forty-five minutes later. Sixty minutes later.

Going Postal 5 by quodlibet 11-18-04

*whistles* You said you'd be back in thirty minutes! I missed my coffee break this morning, so I went for that. Union regulations. If I don't insist upon my rights to break, I could be oppressed and stripped of them. Whatever. Now will you post my letter? Nope. We're closed for the day. We're open from 10 to 2 tomorrow. We're closed at noon for an hour.

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If you can't beat your computer at chess, try kickboxing.

Pretty damn good I'd say

my dad's a postal worker, jerk!

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We built this siggy.... on rock and rooooooll

Name-calling only reflects badly upon you and those involved in your upbringing.

I leave it the impartial readers of this thread to draw (spin?) the obvious corollaries.

-Q

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If you can't beat your computer at chess, try kickboxing.

My dad works in a related field: dog food tester

My Dad is... 1 by quodlibet 12-06-04

Hey, my dad's a postal worker. My dad tests dog food. That's gross. He eats dog food? No, I mean, he tests fillings for sausages. That's still gross. Worse things exist.

My Dad is... 2 by quodlibet 12-06-04

My dad's a postal worker, and if you're looking to get a free ride, buzz off! That's okay. My dad was a turkey baster. Your mom's a lesbian? Hahahahahahaha! Actually she immigrated from Lebanon to Turkey. That's the family joke.

Food for thought.

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If you can't beat your computer at chess, try kickboxing.

Dispite some slow spots in the humor, I'd have to say that that series is very good overall.

I don't think JE's dad is really a postal worker, or he would've probably been shot down in a homocidal rage by now.

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peddling the funny around since 09/24/2002

Come to think of it, you're right. There's about one strip too many for the available material, up there.

Thanks for the commentary. :)

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If you can't beat your computer at chess, try kickboxing.

Haha, nice one quodbilet

my dad WAS shot down in a homocidal rage you jerk!

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We built this siggy.... on rock and rooooooll

Thanks, BigFrank105! I couldn't resist the BigFrank-dog food connection. :)

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If you can't beat your computer at chess, try kickboxing.