Attn customers: put your fkn pants on
It’s a million degrees out here, I march up to your sixth floor walk up so you could sign for your stupid little zyn pouches, and u answer the door in ur underwear. I’m at work, I shouldn’t have to see your weak little bulge, it’s gross and rude and disrespectful. You’re obviously too lazy to go to the store, but I’m sure you can order a robe online and I’ll deliver it to you.