"It shouldn't be allowed."

"I mean, I've been stood here for eighty three years, then they park this hulking red thing right next to me. It's got no class, but it looks down on me. People used to wave to me, even when they were not posting letters, now they just shuffle past. I feel I have been downgraded. My lips are daintily pursed, but that thing can swallow lumpy parcels. If you agree with me please send a letter of complaint to the Postmaster General. Thank you."