Like most tenants in New York City, there’s lots of shit I’m willing to put up. Faulty door buzzers, loud steam pipes, and even the lack of a bonafide super fails to rouse me at this point. However, this recently posted notice about our very unfriendly mailboxes is enough to infuriate even the most laid back apartment dweller. As if going to this thoroughly oppressive post office populated by the world’s slowest postal workers wasn’t bad enough, look how restrictive the hours (and days) are. RIP mail delivery.