I was reminded of that yesterday when I faced lines 10-15 people deep to buy two-cent stamps and mail some overdue bills. First-class stamps increased from 37 to 39 cents on Sunday because of a 2003 law requiring the Postal Service to put $3 billion in escrow. There's no stated need for this "rainy-day fund" -- I'm guessing Congress wants another stack of money they can borrow for other purposes, carrying on the pretense that Republicans never raise taxes.
Two post offices and a bookstore that mails packages were a sea of seniors. One in five residents of St. Johns County is retirement age. All of them wanted two-cent stamps.
These 50-per-dollar stamps are so cheap that it seems like you're getting a great deal, so people can't resist the urge to horde them after a rate increase. A post office in Arizona sold its entire allotment of 10,000 in less than an hour.
I don't want to speak ill of my gray-haired homies, because they're generally a nice group of people who share my belief that five miles over the speed limit is plenty fast. But when you take rambunctious kids around large crowds of senior citizens, there's always a few who greet the children with a look of abject terror, fearing that they'll be bowled over and break another hip. The boys don't always allay this concern -- at a Publix supermarket, they once staged an impromptu obstacle course race using several of them as human traffic cones.
Lining up for stamps yesterday, everyone but me was empty-handed, so I know they weren't urgently mailing letters. They were just being conscientious by getting the stamps promptly, which annoyed the hell out of me. That's exactly the kind of thoughtful foresight that stuck them with a bunch of 37-cent stamps.
Damn... I can't even get a comment on my comments here. It was that post on my blog labeling you as a Dave Winer Stooge, huh.
I deleted it. Honest.
This will be my last attempt at attempting to get you to link to my blog.
It just isn't anything like a conversation.
I'm sure it's not personal just an application of:
If you can't say something nice... yada, yada.
I saw your request, but I haven't had a chance to check out your blog again yet. It's not because I'm harboring a grudge.
I can see that I might not fit on your blogroll since you only point to favorites... but that won't stop me from trying to finagle a link out of you.
Once you link to me, I'll loose all respect for you. Standards... someone needs to have some.
Kmart, Publix market and the Post Office -- seems your children cause havoc wherever they go, Rogers. ADD?
as someone who has had her foot jumped on by sammy three times in one afternoon, i would say that your kids could accurately be described as... adorably energetic and that those old folks are just jealous.
or something like that. yay for stamps
I found a bunch of 3-cent stamps along with a cache of 34-cent stamps just recently! Now I have to go buy some 2-cent stamps for my 37-cent stamps! Argh!
"First-class stamps increased from 37 to 39 cents on Sunday.."