Damn. A botched shoe order and transaction has caused me to have to venture to the USPS immediately after work today. The reason for the "Damn." is that its the penultimate day to file tax returns.
Damn.
I imagine to walk into the Post Office and hear screaming women and children, flames upon flames billowing out of the entrance, blood...blood everywhere, stamps falling from the sky like feathers after the final blow has been struck in an epic pillow fight, I expect the walls to be tattooed with graffiti reading "FUCK DA IRS".
Yeah, that's what I expect. Hell on Earth.
Wish me luck. All I wanna do is mail my package back to SoCal so I can get the right shoes.
Damn.
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