Usually I dread trips to the US Post Office. When I’m unfortunate enough to receive the manila colored delivery notice proclaiming I have a waiting package, I have to find time after work to travel to the local station and painstakingly wait in line with other frustrated customers while flagrantly aloof postal workers process packages and sell stamps with the speed an efficiency of a Costa Rican banana farmer.
However, my most recent trip proved much more enjoyable, as I was able to spend my time admiring the doodlings of another impatient customer who took advantage of his wait by augmenting the mugshots of the FBI’s criminal posters. It’s juvenile and pedestrian, but hey, all the best things in life usually are. Enjoy!