Dear Mr. Canada Customs,

You are a tool. I know this is a harsh word, C.C., one that indicates that I am sorely upset with you and your cohorts, one that indicates that I think you have a small penis....and it is fitting isn't it? Your tiny weenie chooses to screw me over, time and time again (and most definetly not in any satisfactory way).
There were times in the past when I would buy three threadless tshirts and have them shipped merrily to my door. Sans problems. No need to see the Postman.

BUT NOW I SEE THE POSTMAN EVERY FUCKING TIME..AND I DON'T LIKE HIM, C.C.

Do you know why?

Because he delivers your minion's message of : give me more money. give me more money because you bought goods from the US of A and that hurts my feelings and you must pay a Goods and Services Tax to alleviate this pain.

The beef I have with it is that it is sooo arbitrary. Not every envelope is slapped with a yellow sticker. In fact, none of my friends are ever charged, including one stupid bitch in particular who bought FIVE threadless shirts at FULL PRICE.

Today.
This morning.
You deigned it neccessary to slap the sticker, again, on my threadless envelope, worth $20. You have never stooped this low. As I understand it, you are supposed to let things slide if they are twenty and under. Was I mistaken?
In any case..my friend the Postman wanted $1.57 from me. Which would be fine. Except that he also wanted another five bucks for the trouble of it being in a special C.C. Envelope, etc etc.

It leaves a stain in my mouth...one that Captain Awesome can't wipe away with his anime hands.

In closing, I wish you a lifetime of barium enemas.

Love,

Jo.