Some things never change.
The day after a major holiday, it is always kind of nice to see what kind of mail you get since it’s a double-dip mail day.
However, instead of a Christmas card or two, a fresh magazine to peruse, or something pleasant like that, we got evidence (once again) of our perennially angry mail man.
A catalog, a piece of junk mail, and our bank statement, thin as they were combined, apparently warranted the use of a rubber band twisted so tightly around them that when I went to remove it, the thing broke, leaving only mangled remains.
I suppose we are lucky we get mail at all by way of this gentleman, but seriously, how hard can it be to deliver it intact?
It must be easier to sort and band each mail box’s daily delivery in this way than to keep them filed in some other, less destructive manner.
I’d complain, but this is the same guy who ran over one of our recycling bins. Twice. I duct-taped it together the first time, but the second encounter with his Explorer finished it off.
Anger management classes might help, but who has the guts to suggest them? Not the postmaster, it seems. Certainly not me.
It does make you wonder, though, is it mail that angers him? Or life in general?
