HaHa-the post office.

So the other day in the mail I received one of my magizines in a white envelope from the post office. One of those ones that says essentially 'sorry our machines fucked up your mail.' Inside was my pony club journal. The only thing I found wrong with it was that the plastic wrap was torn and the corners a little bent.I've received the magazine in much worse shape than that many times before. The only other thing was that it was the issue from October/November but its tardiness is rarely the fault of the post office. I just had to laugh outloud that the post office was seemingly so concerned about this minor damage, yet I had in a month or so prior received a box that while initally looked undamaged, inside contained the crushed remains of a birdcage I had purchased in Missouri. These crushed remains mind you had been repackaged into another box with my address cut out of the orginal one and then taped onto the new one. While I know accidents happen and that kept me from being furious, the fact that in that instance I had not recieved any sort of note or apology was what irked me. Enough that I went and complained at the post office. Maybe I'm on some sort of 'don't piss her off' list...I'll have to ask one of our mail men clients that providing that his puppy doesn't bite me!