Chapitre 246: A Visit To The Dominion City Council

Early in the morning, the mail delivery man sorted through the documents and packages that he had to deliver. After coming up with the best possible route, he set off on his old motorcycle. All the delivery goods were stuffed into a brown bag that he hung on the front side of his motorcycle.

The young man worked diligently day by day, but there was one thing that he hated the most: return delivery. It was when a delivery failed to reach the recipient and thus must be returned to the sender.

The handling procedure for return deliveries was both irritating and annoying.

Why?

Because sometimes the senders were very immature about their mail. They wanted to blame someone for the failed delivery, and who else was available but the poor mail delivery man?

He had no other choice but to fake a smile and swallow all his grievances while the customer ranted and ranted to no end.

Today, there was one huge brown envelope that was supposed to be returned to a certain Aiden Thompson.