I can't understand why the door had to be locked in the first place, and the worst part of it was that I saw him driving out the street as I opened the door. Missed him by about 4 seconds.
Now all I have is a condescending little card looking at me with the word Monday on it's face. I hate those cards. They are the bringers of hatred and death.
Also I can't understand why most of the time I get parcels delivered I miss them after the Post Office has actually closed. Why can't it stay open like everywhere else? 12:30? Really? Also it should be open on Sundays like almost everywhere else. I't not the middle ages anymore.
One more thing, why does it take 24 hours for a parcel to be returned to the Post Office about 4 miles from my house but that very same parcel can travel 5000 miles from America in under a week?