I’d love to know whose hazelnut coffee spilled all over the package I sent to my friend. What the fuck, post office? It seems to me like your employees shouldn’t be allowed to have drinks near the packages you’ve been charged to ship. And to spill it on media mail? That’s just the worst! It’s books, you fucker! Now I have to send my friend a coffee-laden book. Bah. I am not pleased. I hope when I go to mail it, you happily refund the $2.77 that I paid to send a book on a short vacation to your Baltimore sorting facility. And maybe the dollar I spent on the envelope, too. Fuckers.
WTF, Post Office?