Being a Yale student in the post office is like being Britney Spears in a town populated by Kevin Federline's posse. Except for the mustachioed employee who always whispers to me, "I didn't know Ashlee Simpson was coming in today." I think that makes him Paris Hilton in this analogy.
Yale Post Office, 1/22:
Me: Hi. (places package slip on the table)
Surly Postal Worker: You gonna sign that or what?
Me: Whoops, sorry.
SPW (shakes head and waddles away): Linda, did you watch Raymond last night?
(loud laughter, muted discussion for seven minutes)
SPW: (loud whisper) JESUS.