IF YOU CAN GET INTO MY BUILDING TO PUT THE NOTICE ON MY MAILBOX, UPS, JUST LEAVE ME THE FREAKING PACKAGE. COME ON! THAT'S MEAN. THE FRONT DOOR LOCKS, I MEAN, SERIOUSLY. I'VE ONLY BEEN WAITING THREE MONTHS.
Or maybe you could answer your phones. Or have someplace open past 5:00 so I could pick it up myself. OR maybe not have the only possible place for pickup be at 85th and Cottage Grove because some of us don't have cars.
It doesn't help that I've had a headache all day today. And that I'm foreclosing on the building next to mine.
I really want to go see the Bowerbirds tonight, but it doesn't start until 9 and I just don't know if I'll even still be conscious by then. Goshdarnit. Argh. Stupid Monday.
Or maybe you could answer your phones. Or have someplace open past 5:00 so I could pick it up myself. OR maybe not have the only possible place for pickup be at 85th and Cottage Grove because some of us don't have cars.
It doesn't help that I've had a headache all day today. And that I'm foreclosing on the building next to mine.
I really want to go see the Bowerbirds tonight, but it doesn't start until 9 and I just don't know if I'll even still be conscious by then. Goshdarnit. Argh. Stupid Monday.
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