In Line at the Post Office

WARNING: If you find absolutely anything about this picture funny, slightly amusing, or even snicker-worthy, you're going to hell. Simple as that. If that makes you nervous you should probably stop scrolling now. Or don't. See if I care. I know who all reads this shitty little excuse for a blog, which means that I know there's no hope for you anyway. So scroll, don't scroll...whatever. But, you know, do whatever you feel is right. See you in the hot spot, heathens.

So there I was. At the post office. Mailing a metal file to my boyfriend in prison. The line was taking forever, and I tried to look to the front of the line to see what the hold-up was, and then...:

I suppose that, if I had something to say, this would be the place, but I got nothin'. No comment, no attempt at humor.