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I have a story.
I work in a mail processing center at this law firm. Basically, it’s prosecuting medical debt. There’s other stuff they do, but basically suing the hell out of poor folks for having the audacity to get sick.
It sucks, but that’s life. I got bills to get paid.
It sucks, but that’s life. I got bills to get paid.
It’s not uncommon to get handwritten letters from defendants explaining their story, or situation and hoping for some sort of lienancy. Happens everyday actually. It’s really sad.
Today however, was different.
I work with podcasts playing, and sometimes the job function I’m performing at the moment is boring enough for me to fall into auto pilot. I was working, but not really paying attention.
I work with podcasts playing, and sometimes the job function I’m performing at the moment is boring enough for me to fall into auto pilot. I was working, but not really paying attention.
So, as I open a piece of mail, I see a white handwritten note on a single piece of loose leaf paper. I instantly get sad, because I’m now expecting, that I’m gonna hear something sad.
It wasn’t sad. It also had pubes in it.
So... in conclusion: Somebody mailed me their pubes today, and I really don’t like it. Don’t be that guy.
