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ARGH MAILMAN WTF

So I'm out back smoking. Office Manager comes out to do likewise and check the mail. She goes to the tiny mailbox. She pulls mail out. She lets fly a disgusted "THAT ASSHOLE CRAMMED A BOX IN HERE!"

Me: *box. ...box? ...OMGBOXMINEMINEMINERUNRUNRUN*

Sure enough, that fucker crammed my copy of HBP in there. The opening is much bigger in the back, where he crams stuff in, than in the front, where I have to yank it out.

I rip the box open. The book tries to come out. It gets hung up by the corners. I wiggle and grunt and heave and FINALLY THE DAMN BOOK POPS OUT MOSTLY UNDAMAGED W00T MAILMAN 0 ME 1. Then I just went caveman on the box and yanked it out in shreds while Office Manager smokes and goes O_o at my display of batshit insanity and the mailman's repeated stupidity.

Now he's done that with my Mile High orders before, but comic books flex much easier than a 600someodd-page hardback and are much easier to remove.

So today I will be making a Starbucks stop to drink sissy coffee and read. YAY