Little message from mailman

All of my mail wasn't able to be delivered today because my usual mailman is out sick. I don't wanna be an asshole but if the other dude could bring me this slip then why not bring my mail with ya? (Storming very bad here lots snow) so maybe that's why they called in... It's just very odd


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[2 Points] drugaudits:

what the slip say?


[2 Points] None:

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[1 Points] throwawayk5zq47j6wd3:

That's weird af, hopefully someone shows up tomorrow.


[1 Points] None:

Odd? Fucking right out of the norm IMO! I'd be checking to see if neighbors/others on his route if they too got one of these slips. Yeah this is a head scratcher for sure.


[1 Points] topknotch89:

i think u should be fine, a week ago a pack wasnt delivered because it was "unsafe" to deliver(was tracking it online); when ive had a nice amount of packs delivered just fine.figured the regular mailman was out; they said they left a slip (ofcourse they didnt) i had to go the office show my id and get it. patience is a virtue brother.


[1 Points] Theeconomist1:

Did your neighbors all get the same slip? That is very odd, but it sounds maybe more like a lazy mailman (why even leave a slip is beyond me). My understanding is that it actually takes a lot for mail not to be delivered. A sick mailman shouldn't stop the mail. Maybe the guy who left the slip was the one who was supposed to cover for the sick mailman and didn't grab the mail from the PO and instead did that. Its defintiely strange.

i had issues w/ my mailman skipping me on days. I actually complained and it hasn't happened. It was getting bad, like 2, sometimes 3 days a week.


[1 Points] topknotch89:

hope you got your shit dawg


[0 Points] fuckintristan:

Clearly he's been captured by the secret service and sent to Guantanamo Bay. As I type this hes retrained on his back, a wet rag over his face, he's gasping for air as he succumbs to the realization that these are his lasts breaths. That after a long career of being a trusted postal patron, he will drown. And then, unexpectedly, the door slams open. The director of the NSA walks in, demanding to cease the torture. They give him two choices. A) die. B) Become an informant and tell them the name and address of the person on his route who ordered a gram of cannabis off AB. He doesn't want to be a government informant, to contribute to this terrible war on drugs, to aid in this evil totalitarian regime. But what choice does he have? He has a dog. What will it do without him? Without those belly rubs? What will all the people along his mail route do? He does what any decent postal patron would do. He does what he must. He informs.

This very moment, there's a drone on it's way to your residence. They're using the planets most sophisticated satellite imaging to watch your residence. Seal team 6 has the place surrounded just in case the drone malfunctions. Your only choice now is to end your suffering or explode and die.