That's exactly what mines did. The ho ass nikka didn't even get out of the truck and I can tell bc the slip was wet in my mailbox and it was raining earlier so I even know what time he passed by. I've had so many problems with these bum ass nikkas I seriously want to put hands on em.
In rain, sleet, or snow my ass. It's the first thing and his lazy ass didn't even attempt to deliver my shyt. Now I have to deal with these fukkin carnival workers in the morning and old black women with 25 rings on each hand smacking gum with an attitude at 9am.
Fukkkkk the post office and the circus that sloths in there in the morning. shyt is like the DMV.