Mistakes were made

New York City meets Munich

October 18th, 2001 · No Comments · Uncategorized

Burn this

These days just getting the mail can be nerve racking. At work I sit at the end of the row where the in-box is. It doesn’t give me a warm fuzzy when the mail-room guy drops off a large bundle of mail, especially when is he wearing latex gloves.

People walk by and eye the postal pile with caution, and handle it gingerly. I’m glad I don’t get mail at work. Now if only I didn’t get any at home…

Actually, it turns out there is something you can do about it, but unfortunately, they don’t make a unit for us city-dwellers. Yet.

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