So, when you report to the post office for work on Saturday, which is supposed to be a light mail day, and then you get more mail than you've worked with ever before and spend an historically long time sorting and "casing" it before finally loading it all on a big "knocker" and taking it to the loading dock so that you can get your car, and in the process of backing up the car happen to glance in the rearview mirror to see your knocker with all your mail moving, as if alive, all by itself across the parking lot before two full trays of mail fall off and, fortunately, stop the motion but unfortunately scatter their contents (that is, the mail which you've just spent 5 hours casing) all over the asphalt...
that is the beginning of a bad day.
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