So after school i had to stop by the post office to pick up my parcel. I've never pick up a parcel before, my dad usually does it for me. The post office sorts of resembled a cold, dark and quieter version of the school's administration office. There's always a long line and old ladies working at the desk (i think these ones aren't so grumpy). So i line up and finally get my package, i was so anticipating to open it, but patiently i waited til i got to the library to sit down open it. But far out when i opened it, it wasn't what i was expecting, it was like men's underwear.... I specifically remember not buying men's underwear. OMG it was the wrong parcel. So i had to go back to the post office, line up again, sign off and get my parcel. This time soon as i got out i started ripping the shit out of that parcel. So note; next time i collect a parcel, I'll make sure i check the receiver and address to be sure it's mine, cause god know how many other Nguyens live in my area.
Lien
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