Please, Mr. Postman...
Please stop destroying my Netflix discs. Pretty please. I realize I have a miniscule mailbox, but don't blame me—take it up with my apartment manager. All I'm asking is that I come home, unlock the mailbox, and *not* find a Netflix envelope that's crumpled and, well, curved. That's surely not a good sign when a flat disc can somehow be shaped into a curve. First it was I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang. The latest victim, Dark Days, suffered a cruel fate yesterday. That's two discs in less than two weeks—both snapped completely in half. Netflix is going to blacklist me or something, and nobody wants that. Feel free to cram, wrinkle, crumple, and crush the junk mail, but please spare the bright red envelopes. Thank you.