Dear, Mr, with the blond fluffy hair who works at the Post Office. The other day, when walked up to your counter, I realized that I needed a strip of tape to close the top of my tiny box, so I asked you for one, please. You told me that I could find the tape on the wall behind me. I looked.. and looked… and looked…for a while.. finally, I realized that you were talking about the tape for $3.00, so I left and teared up on the way out… with the whole line of people watching… What you didn’t know at the time is that I was having the worst day ever. Apparently you were too. I know you had tape.
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