I hate you, USPS.
I sat down a few weeks ago and made my mom a card. I sent it off to her and have been waiting to hear that she got it.
My mom makes gorgeous cards and gifts so I was really excited to make something and be able to send something back. Even if it sucked at least it was something.
Today after 3-4 weeks of waiting I get this thrown on my desk at work:
It was a plastic bag, printed with an apology, containing the mangled remains of my card. Not a single thing I glued down was still on the card and everything torn up.
Thing happen, I get that. But if you paid for a service from anyone else wouldn’t you at the very least get a refund? Not that I care about the postage, but come on!
It made me sad… and angry…. And made me want to punch a postal worker.
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