To the USPS Mail Sorter that mistook the folded up letter from my aunt
for a gift-card (which is mentioned in the Christmas card but not found
in the already torn open envelope) you are an ASS.
It's nice to
know that the once yearly information I get from my aunt in California
is worth Federal mail tampering charges should you be caught. I'm
assuming you pocketed it with other stolen gift cards and the like and
will discover it's actually about family health and how she is doing and
personal stuff once you check the spoils of your ill gotten goods.
Thank
you for at least letting me have the card from her, since it's the only
correspondence I receive from my father's side of my family.
No love, Rory.
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