I recently found myself obligated to complain about the conduct of a local civil servant whose recent toils - purportedly on behalf of the U.S. Postal Service - are of a distinctly sub-par nature.
I suffer the daily quandary of mail which (A) appears to have have been dragged in a landing net through gutters awash with rain, then thrown in the general direction of my mailbox, or (B) lacking available precipitation, stuffed sideways into the back of the box in such creative ways as to require toolage to extract.
This lady (!) elbows her way to the front of the line at the market while wearing her blues.
She growls at the dogs on her route.
This testimony elicited the hearty argeement of the four customers standing in line behind me, and elicited from the employee behind the counter a rictus of a grin worthy of Conrad Veidt in The Man Who Laughs.
We were told that the matter was being "worked on".
What if she gets demoted?
What if (Lord forbid) she is terminated?
In any case, have I signed my death warrent, and do I really deserve to die?