The Mailman cometh

6 Sep

It’s Monday – Labor Day – and even though there’s no mail delivery today, I went downstairs to get Saturday’s mail. THIS is what greeted me:

I’ve said it before it before and I’ll say it again: My Mailman hates me. Look how much mail – real and junk – he’s crammed into the tiny mailbox! It’s stuffed in so tight that it isn’t even touching the bottom of the mailbox; it’s a physics lesson sitting there, nice and snug, waiting since Saturday.

I’m the only person to whom he actually delivers junk mail – he places the other tenants’ junk mail in one big pile in the entry of the house. What the hello Dolly is he thinking?!?!? That Anthropologie catalog is not coming out without a serious tear or two, that’s for sure.

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