I appreciate my mailman’s efficiency. If I wouldn’t have locked the door, he wouldn’t have had to pummel the glass to get in to give me my junk mail, worthless magazine, and monthly eviction notice. I keep getting these crazy telephone calls at 2 in the morning from a guy name Biff that says something about breaking legs. I know that he’s just wishing me luck on my acting gig as extra #43 in Bitterness of a Salesman, but does he keep having to call me so early? I’m just getting to bed and it makes it hard to fall asleep for my early morning noon pm brunchfast.
I’m just bitter that the mailman left the packages outside. Can’t he punch a bigger hole in the glass so he can fit them in? Also, it is nice that the camera caught this on tape, so I know who to thank.
On to more important news. I have
begged been asked to do a guest blog on Sass & Balderdash. It is clearly an honor for her to have someone as bitter as I am to balance out all the good over there. I kind of feel bad for her that she has to put up with the bitterness for the day, so please just give her a like and a comment in support of this difficult time in her blog.
Bitter “Post”Man (Get it Postman?) Ben