Well, today I found out that the post office location I was using is closed permanently. So I have the joy of re-contacting all the clients and agencies using my address, which I did just a month ago, to inform them of the new address.

So there was a few of us slightly disgruntled PO Box owners waiting for the last of our mail. Two strangers, ladies, with loud voices, struck a unique bond. Apparently the owner of the contract post office location was from India. The lady with the loudest of the two voices was uniquely blessed with wisdom and insight, and was able to boil the whole complicated issues down to it’s central problem: he was a FOREIGNER.

From there, they subjected the entire Glendale Post Office to a diatribe of their ignorant and ill-informed opinions of…FOREIGNERS. Something about Chinese guys with unprounounceable names all using the same drivers license, Germans with bad credit using shady credit cards back home. Apparently native-born Americans are a persecuted bunch, as “foreigners get away with things I would never get away with. If we ever want to get away with something, we should just ask some foreigners.”

Please, go back to 1849…oh yeah, and I think black people should only count as 3/5 of a person in our national census.