An open letter of gratitude to Our Postman

[botched_surgery]

Thank you, Dear Postman Who Services Our Insurance Agency, for handing us the mail, and then promptly afterwards casually informing us that you caught a horrible case of poison ivy, like it's no big deal. You got your fat, sweaty, grubby hands all over our doorknob, our desk and our mail after admitting that you've been scratching yourself all day

Comments

[jp7]

You have such wonderful people that go to your office.

[botched_surgery]

Don't I? That's part of this office's charm.

[ex_idragosa]

eww and yuck.

Are you still going to the flamenco thing tonight?

[botched_surgery]

Yes, and I wish I wasn't. I am so exhausted, it's been a long day already.

[ex_idragosa]

:-(

[kristenred]

No. Just...no.

[lizaah]

Geezus your place attracts all the idiots...

[13thofnever]

oh good god...like life isn't terrible enough. its like the kids at work and their what seems like chronic diahreah I am constantly forced to clean up. it never ends.