The traffic dept in NYC are in battle with me. When stressed out, I grab an inner office envelope and send random crap that my eyes no longer want to stare at between the hours of 9-5. Some call it trash, I call it “gifts”.
I got my load of randomness this morning from NYC…including luke warm “Spicy Brown Mustard from Gulden’s”…and I seriously had a little bit of vomit in my mouth.
