Going postal
After getting a haircut Saturday morning on the North Side, I decided to ride my bike to the downtown post office to check our box.
Encountered this scene.
The guy I assumed to be the driver seemed to be OK.
After getting a haircut Saturday morning on the North Side, I decided to ride my bike to the downtown post office to check our box.
Encountered this scene.
The guy I assumed to be the driver seemed to be OK.
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