speaking of going postal

i wanted to ask my mailman a question. so i approached him and said, "excuse me, i hate to interrupt you," he cuts me off and says, rather menacingly for a man smaller than me, "well then maybe you shouldn't".

no, i didn't punch him. he was in the locked cage that is the mailroom. apparently other people have been asking about packages because he got really defensive and started yelling at me. i charmed him into being human to me by the end of it, but i really wanted to strangle him for speaking to me like that.

once i'm thin, that kind of shit won't happen. sad mad world, but thems the facts.