the postal service v. The Postal Service

i hadn't stalked a postal worker since the late 90's in Chapel Hill, when i used to peer out the windows of our basement apartment, waiting for him (sometimes her) to scurry away to the next building.
i don't know why, but for some reason i didn't want to be seen in the process of actually retrieving the mail. but this is beside the point.

the point is that this morning i had an opportunity to return to my old familiar, quasi-degenerate, borderline-borderline personality disorder behavior. it all started when i learned domestic postage went up on Monday, and that the letters i placed in the box this morning were somewhat deficient in the upper right hand corner.

i lay in wait, somewhere between a lurk and a loiter, until the mailman arrived. i related my dilemma, and he told me that the postal service was going to price themselves right out of business.

the same, however, cannot be said for The Postal Service.