To the Male Post Office Manager Training the Woman Who Helped Me Today
Alexainie
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I was standing in line at the post office in Squirrel Hill in Pittsburgh while a drone ripped this woman up one side and down the other over the way her package was wrapped. She burst into tears and left. I was next. “Wish I could get a job like that!” I said, sarcastically while everyone agreed. I took my own package and left.

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