The relationship between a girl and her mailman is a very tenuous and important one.
I've just realized how much so.
There's something going on between me and mine.
He leaves the box open when it rains so my mail gets wet.
He wads up magazines and newspaper ads so they are crumpled and torn when I retrieve them.
The other day, he stuffed a package in there and I almost couldn't get it out.
I question myself - did I do something? Did I antagonize him in any way? Whenever I've seen him, I THINK I've been politely friendly. I mean, I've never baked him cookies, but to tell you the truth - my cookies aren't that great, so maybe that's a good thing...right?
Should I leave a note in the box? Stickers? A McDonald's gift card? Lotion? Those polyester uniforms must certainly chafe the skin.
Have any of you gone through this turmoil? It's killing me inside to think that someone I don't know very well could have this animosity towards me. If it was someone who knew me, I could understand - I'm cute & funny & have cool glasses.
But that's a whole other post.
3 comments:
ok, that is funny!
I found an empty coke bottle in mine the other day...you must have really offended the mailman...maybe it is a mail-lady...I am never home when he/she comes to see...
I feel your pain. I used to think ours was on drugs ... or needed to be. We would always get our neighbors' mail ... which made me wonder who was getting ours ... and why they didn't bring it to us. I always had to keep close watch about which bills were due, because we would sometimes just not get them. Thank the Lord for MS Money! She normally came around 3 or 4 PM unless I had to mail something ... then she came at noon ... like clockwork. The mailperson we have now (I think it is a lady) comes at 5 or 6 PM or later ... and we currently don't live far from the post office.
Best wishes for a happier new year with your mailperson!
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