Grump, grump, grump

[sartorias]

Barely do we finish unloading a ream or ten of political kipple straight from the post box into the recycle bin, than we start getting fifty megatons of holiday gift catalogues, full of "value" prices that only a Rockefeller can afford. Bang. Straight into the recycle bin.

Does anyone receive any actual mail anymore? (I don't count bills.) I sure don't.