I’ve been expecting some important mail that hasn’t arrived. Turns out it was delivered to the one set of neighbours I don’t really know. So I go over and knock on their door to find out what they’ve done with my mail.
“No idea, haven’t had any wrong mail” they say.
“Bull-fucking-shit you haven’t” is exactly what I thought but didn’t say. Pricks probably binned it because they sure as shit haven’t returned it to sender because the address error would have been picked up if they had.
This is almost as bad as oil on a bagel.
Alt: So many things. Booking a holiday, finding a new GP, replacing my windscreen, waxing my snowboard, cleaning my desk so it’s no longer covered with homeless clutter.