"Like that when it got here"

I'm in the house (no knock or doorbell, but the sound of rustling lets me know someones at the door) to find a postie trying to cram an A4 sized card envelope clearly marked "fragile" and "do not bend" through my standard (ie: not A4) letterbox.

I said "that's not gonna fit pal" and open the door. He hands it to me and runs off. He's fucked it, its all fucked up and ripped down one side. I see then that it's the photos and not some other daft thing so go out to his van.

Cunt has the brass neck to say "Yeah, it was like that when it got here" and scamper off.

The last postie here was great, always knocked or rang. fine if in a rush, wee chat about football or the nfl/nba if not. The two we had before that sound as hell too. I work from home so usually never miss the postie. This guy now though? Like i seen you fuck it halfway through the letterbox and told you to stop.

Absolutely raging. Wanted to put him back in his van through the windscreen just to tell whatever emergebcy service arrived first that he was like that when he parked. (I did not act out praise be)

Seriously though, what kinda fuckery is that? Do you lot do this shit often? Until now i've thought posties are like nurses. The opposite of estate agents. Sound on the whole. Never met one that wasnt at least half sound.