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Sep. 12th, 2006

my mailperson is a bastage. seriously. i saw the mail truck pull up, about 15 minutes ago. as i'm awaiting some packages (school books, etc.) i practically hang my head out the window whenever i see them come. so i'm sitting here, six feet from the front door, the entire time that they're at the mailbox. i see they're gone, and i go out to check the mail, and find "sorry we missed you. you can come to the post office to pick up your parcel after 9/13."

....

.... the HELL?

you jerk butt, you didn't even ATTEMPT me! i don't have a car, you fuck tard, so if the box is of any size whatsoever, i'm going to have to.. walk 20 minutes to the bus stop, take the bus 20 minutes to the busiest post office i've ever SEEN, stand in line for approximately one decade, take the Mysterious Box of Whatever, wait for the bus, ride the bus 20 minutes, walk 20 more additional minutes uphill home - all because you're too freaking lazy to walk 10 feet and knock on my door.

in other news, i got Cocoon and the 3rd disc of Freaks and Geeks &hearts from netflix today.

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idioscosmos
Sep. 12th, 2006 08:34 pm (UTC)
That's the nice thing about having a rural carrier. Ever since someone took my Collected Lyrical Works of Pushkin (and what kind of loser steals poetry anyway?) off my porch she comes up, knocks, and waits for me to get to the door.

Holiday cards work wonders. :-)
aubkabob
May. 8th, 2009 08:48 pm (UTC)
I always mean to have the only holiday cards that I give out be to the underappreciated people, like the bus drivers, the postal carriers, the garbage man.

I never get around to it, though. I stopped with holiday cards all together, as I feel that it's a waste of time, effort, and trees to send something to someone that will be tossed into the garbage, anyway.

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