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.
posted by Diane @ 10:47 AM
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Can you not have your netflix sent to the office?
I've thought about that, but it sometimes seems like mail delivery here can be slow. Plus, no weekend delivery. If this keeps up, though, I guess this is what I'll have to do.
Oh, how lovely. My replacement copy of Dark Days arrived—also broken. Apparently, there's a conspiracy to destroy every copy of this disc....
Desperate times call for desperate measures. It’s been what? THREE DVDs that have either been hurt or destroyed? Leave the mailman a note on or in your box: “Dear Mister Mailman/woman. Please be nice to the red and white envelopes. HANDLE WITH CARE. They are notes from the other side of the earth from my lover gone to war, and really, what is the price of love?”
-s.
Oh, I tried that (well, not the part about my lover being away at war). I left a note last week--that's when I came home to find the third broken disc, and the rest of my mail was crumpled and ripped. I don't think he saw my note, though, since he opens my mailbox from the top, using his master key. I'll have to be more blatant and put the note on the outside.
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