Up until today, my major peeve as a courier was people who don't have any visible numbers on their building/curb/mailbox, but still expect me to make deliveries with my psychic powers

Today, however, came the real topper: a customer who insisted that theirs was suite A2, despite being shown that the number on the door read simply "2"...

Some days it just isn't worth chewing thru the straps...

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