My sincerest apologies to the postal worker who has to pick up the mail from 8th and Pacific. Those chocolate bar wrappers, flyers, and random receipts were meant for the garbage can next to the mailbox.
But in my early morning still-lacking-coffee state, I mailed the garbage I'd pulled from my car.
Truly, I was not trying to be a punk. I was just very sleepy.
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As a retired postal worker, I declare myself qualified and inclined to grant absolution for your transgression. Go in peace.
Don't worry Erik, my 86 year old grandpa does stuff like that all the time.
:)
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