Dizzee
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Driving 10 miles through rush hour traffic to make a OCA commit time. Climbing over garbage bags, on a set of rickety wooden steps, to reach a 2nd floor apartment door. Holding that broken door closed while the owner tries to get 2 pit bulls under control inside. Only to have the resident proudly present to you, 2 USPS return packages. Then to have the aforementioned resident tell you they don't understand, why you can't give them to the mailman. 
