Hello, friends. It is now Thursday. Would you like to know the last time my regular postman delivered my mail? Last Thursday. (See previous post.) On Tuesday I saw a different mail carrier on my block and actually ran into the street to stop her. "Are you going to deliver our mail?" I asked. She looked at me as if I were stupid. "Yes," she said. "Oh, good!" I said, and started blabbering on about how our other mailman had gotten into a fight with my neighbors and was insisting that their potted geraniums constituted a fire hazard. "He is not allowed to do this," she said, as she sorted out three days' worth of mail. "He is not allowed."
Well, unfortunately, rules or no rules, that's the only time we've gotten our mail in the past week. I've seen the guy outside but every time I put shoes on and prepare to sprint downstairs to stop him, he pops back into his little white truck and drives away. Instead I've been calling our local post office and lodging complaints, first with a very friendly man named Dave who, when I told him I was particularly worried because I was planning a wedding, said "Oh, well that's not good at all," and continued, "welcome to SNAFU-ville!" Welcome, indeed. Yesterday I spoke with Mary, who originally refused to speak with me because while she was sitting right next to the phone she was on her "eating break," as her coworker put it. When she finally picked up she, too, was quite nice, explaining that from what she understood the situation sounded "silly" and that she would speak with her supervisor again about it. Fair enough, but when I got home last night? Still no mail. My current plan is to arrange large speakers at the window and start blasting the Beatles' "Wait a Minute, Mr. Postman!" out my door when I see his little white truck. Perhaps humor will sway him?
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Great post about how the mailman had gotten into a fight with neighbors and insisted that potted geraniums were a fire hazard.
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