Preston Lower Licensed Post Office

I pity the post office. These folk are subjected to the most inane of daily human necessities and the rewards seem to be few. Y’know, you don’t really thank your local post master for ensuring your special delivery will make it on time. I reckon they’d be dealing with the biggest douches, running late mother fuckers and generally disgruntled shit heads on a daily basis. It’d make me go postal (ba-​doom-​cha).
So it is that these post people are neither here nor there, they offer nothing and expect nothing in return. Though at least the post remains the focus of what they do. None of this fancy convenience store vibe with all the flash pens and shit. This post shop is grass roots man. They do their shit with relative efficiency so you don’t deserve a smile mother fucker. They owe you nothing. NOTHING!