To the men at my station:

Chill the fuck out. Why are you sorting your packages like they personally hurt you? You don't have to throw every single one on the ground really hard. You don't have to make a bunch of noises. You look stupid and tweaky, not tough.

This message is ESPECIALLY for the psycho near me the other day who had a ton of shit in his trunk and tried to put a massive box in that obviously wasn't going to fit. Instead of reorganizing or, like, not showing up with half his house in the car, he gets mad as fuck and starts kicking the fuck out of it. So now he has a caved in box with shoe prints all over it that still won't fit in the trunk. Fucking weird ass.