Why is there that huge stereotype that postal workers are time bombs who could explode at any moment and, well…“go postal?”
I know that this conception is not as prevalent as we joke, but there are many affirmed cases.
It seems to me that postal workers would be some of the happiest people. They get plenty of exercise, plenty of sunshine.
I don’t know who first said “everyone’s a critic,” but I think it’s a really stupid saying.