OK, just got back from the Post Office, where I had to stand in line for 20
minutes. I know, I know, I have a bee in my bonnet about the U.S.P.S.–or,
as I prefer to think of it, the U.S.S.P. It’s really a Soviet-style
experience, standing there waiting on a line of 30 people while unirormed
bureaucrats interpret arcane regulations at a speed barely visible to the
unaided eye. You can see their horrid little minds working: “Uh-oh, here
comes the lunchtime crowd, better shut down a couple of stations…” Can’t
anything be done with this behemoth?