more evidence: postal service ≠ brain trust
Yesterday I arrived home to find my mailbox stuffed with things I’ve recently bought off ebay, all clearly marked “DO NOT BEND” in big letters. The mailbox was filled to the brim and yes things were bent.
I went inside the entry to my interior door and what should be laid gently upon the mat? Why, not something fragile and delicate, but rather the latest Hanes Underwear catalogue. Because, obviously, preserving the pristine flattened state of a 30% off coupon on granny drawers is certainly more important than not bending items marked “DO NOT BEND.”
P.S. I FUCKING HATE STUPID PEOPLE. Please go and die now.
P.P.S. I swear I am not a bitter old complaining grandma type all the time. I have to find something cheery to write about soon. I’ll work on it. Look here, I’m fake-cheery all day long at work, what more do you people want from me?