Post Office

There is a distinctly definite air of inevitability about going to the Post Office. I will queue and queue in a seemingly endlessly inane manner. The people ahead of me will be posting something which requires intensive stamping, scrutiny, signing, weighing, questions, counter-questions and options to be mulled over before returing to that which was initially requested.
 Then my turn. And once again with certainty I know that after queuing for so long my needs will be met within a few seconds.Inevitable.