I was in the post office the other day waiting in line to pick up some books I ordered online. Little did I expect that when I left the house that morning that I’d be in the presence of… SACKMAN!
Why Sackman? Well, he was an old man (probably in his mid-60’s) and came in with a sack. Yes, you know what kind of sack I’m talking about. Its the kind that hobos in comics make. Only this one was LARGER and had no stick attached to it. Sackman tried to do the impossible. He tried to send his sack through the mail.
Nonchalantly I heard him say to the lady behind the counter that he’d like to post a parcel.
She looked over the counter and asked him where it was.
He replied that this (and he kicked his sack) was it.
She replied that he couldn’t do that.
He said “It’s ok, just print me a label to stick on the sack and put it in the mailbag”.
She said: “No”.
Drat! Who was this mere peon of the postal service to DARE question SACKMAN! SACKMAN, who has the power to re-write whole reams of postal laws with a mere flick of his liver-spotted digits?!
Well, Sackman wasn’t going to give up without a fight. He looked over the shoulder of the counter-lady and asked why they were mailing those other sacks then. SACKMAN demonstrated his celebrated ability of not being able to read labels when it suits him.
Patiently she replied that those were government sacks, used by government people, to deliver government mail. It wasn’t for the likes of him. He’d have to come back with all his stuff in a box.
Sackman then asked her if she had a box lying around.
She said “No”.
Now I understand why postal workers whip out shotguns and let rip sometimes.
I took a photo of Sackman and his sack. Just to prove that I was in the presence of greatness, you understand. But XP is a bitch and is making me dance naked through fiery hoops. So the photo will have to wait a while.
I’m not going to rush getting the photo posted because I don’t think you’re that eager to see a Nut’s Sack.
You’ve read it, you can’t un-read it!
