Méprise et moiteur
By Leloosedelamour - 08/03/2020 12:00
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By Leloosedelamour - 08/03/2020 12:00
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By sloop - 01/08/2011 14:41 - États-Unis
Voyant dans les commentaires que certains n'y croient pas trop, je tiens à préciser que le remplaçant en question était manutentionnaire dans mon bureau et qu'il ne m'avait remplacé que parce qu'il n'y avait pas d'autre choix. A savoir que dans les grands bureaux de Poste, on met à la manutention tous les gens "à problèmes" : Alcooliques, drogués (c'est pas une blague) et tous ceux dont la Poste a trop honte pour les montrer au public.