The Post Office Has Fucked Me Over Once Again

Look I'm going to get right to the point here. I fucking hate the United States Postal Service. I've had many run-ins in the past with those scumbags, including but not limited: 

1. When they shut down the office two hours early on the day that mailing in your taxes had to be stamped by. I was literally 5th in line, hours before it was scheduled to close.

2. When a postage carrier pepper sprayed my 12 year old dog that had never as much nibbled at a human, but he was scared of…..not sure? Asked if he attacked him, answer was no. But he thought he might! And then he refused to deliver mail to our house until the dog fucking died. Had to go pick it up from the post office.

3. When I went there in November to mail a package and they had a sign up on the door that said they were closed due to the heat not working. It was 45 degrees out. Outside! 

Anyways, today's rant does not come from them being lazy, or disorganized, or incompetent. Today's rant comes because my fucking scumbag mail carrier stole from me.

So what do I do now? Go talk to the post office? Yeah, I'm sure they'll be real pleasant and helpful, like usual. And if you doubt that it was stolen, please let me know what else could've possibly happened to make this (1) piece of mail disappear when every other pieces of stupid mail has showed up perfectly on time. Except for the only one that looked like it might have a $25 gift card in it.