Post office doors sound like the inner sanctum

    You can actually hear the effects of government budget cuts as you enter the Westminster Post Office.
     Push the button and the automatic doors slowly, grudgingly, moaning and groaning, screeching and dragging will open to allow you entry to -- well, there was a radio show back in the day called, The Inner Sanctum, and it was designed to scare the pants off listeners.
     That's what the post office sounds like -- The Inner Sanctum.  All we need is the voice of a zombie saying, "Welcome...to the inner sanctum. Beware, all who enter here!"
     What I wonder is, how do the postal employees stand it, hearing the screeeeeech, ssshhhhh, klunkkkity screech every time the doors open. Then the patrons leave, and it's like, all over again.
     Some scientists out there say that repeated exposure to loud noise can make people crazy -- that's not a recognized medical translation, but you know what I mean.
     If certain people I know of worked there, they would fix the doors. They'd have to, because somebody -- not me, myself, you understand -- would sacrifice an old truck to create a drive in situation about 3 a.m.
     What would happen if a thousand letters showed up on elected officials' desks containing a recording of the noise at the PO? With an invitation to spend a day greeting constituents just inside?
    Somebody would grease something, you can betcha.