My mailman is a fucktard.

There are four apartments in this building: A, B, C, and D. I live in apartment B. There are four mailboxes in the front of the building, marked A, B, C, and D, respectively. Now, the mailman's job is to put the correct mail into the corresponding CLEARLY-LABELED mailbox. This is apparently much more difficult than it sounds, as he has YET to do it properly! And I don't trust those bitches upstairs to give me my mail... especially if it's something good. I'm gonna make a big neon "B" sign for my box and stick it out there for tomorrow. And if he still fucks it up, I'm complaining to USPS. This is ridonkulous!