Here is a too funny, true story from a friend of mine. It speaks for itself.
What are the expectations at our United States Postal Service? Someone needs to innovate a way to motivate our civil servants. I am not asking to get candy when I mail a package but a smile and a shave would be nice.
The follwing is not atypical. I entered into the post office this morning with a simple goal - buy a box, insert package, address package, and send package. Of the 7 employees visible, 3 were addressing the 20 person queue that had formed. I went into action and asked one of the milling employees if they had the third largest box on display so that I might prepare my package prior to entering the line.
Response: "huh, ummm, you need to stand in line"
Not too sarcastically I reply "ok...that makes sense."
Fast forward to 15 minutes later. I have finally made it to the front of the line. The directional lighting system that alerts people to the available teller is broken, so I was carefully listening for the droning of "step around." Ther it was, it was my turn. To my surprise the person that I had asked originally for the box is now behind the counter. So I ask again for the third largest box.
The floowing ensued:
Teller: "Which one?"
Me: "The third largest"
Teller: "I do not understand size, what is the price"
Me: pause of disbelief "uhhh...the one that is $3.19."
Teller: "We do not have that one"
Me: keeping calm and being careful not to relate my need in size "ok how about the larger one for $3.65, I do not have anything fragile that should be ok"
Teller: "We do not have that either"
Me: jaw dropping pause
Teller: "All we have are the two small boxes, the rest are going to be shipped by the end of the week"
Me: perturbed "you mean the ones for $1.95 and $2.50?"
Teller: "Yes, the two small boxes"
Me: jaw dropped, long pause
Teller: "You can try Staples around the corner they should have a large box."