Possibly non-PC rant
It is at this point that I need to discuss my mailman (or as they say on Sesame Street, “Letter Carrier”).
Our postwoman at our old house was really nice. She’d leave us little notes in our box and would come over to chat if she saw us out. She’d sort our mail so the big stuff like catalogs was on bottom and the little stuff was on top, so it was easy to retrieve from the box. I baked her cookies. We miss her.
When we moved here, the mailman came and introduced himself to us and he seemed very nice as well.
Then he got replaced.
The new mailman is deaf and mute (or, as they say on Sesame Street, “Hearing and Speech Impaired”). That’s fine, no big deal. The problem is that he’s rude as well. He left us a curt note telling us not to park in front of our mailbox, which coincidentally is right in front of our house. So we don’t park in front of our own house anymore. Once I had a friend come over and she tried to park there. Just as she was getting out of the car, the mailman came and honked prolongedly at her to make her move. From in front of our house. So she had to pull up away from the sidewalk and wrestle her baby through the grass.
The mailman also doesn’t make eye contact. That’s all very well and good, except he is deaf and doesn’t know what we’re saying if he doesn’t look at us. I made him look at me the other day, because I had learned how to say “thank you” in ASL, so I kept his pen hostage until he saw me.
When he delivers packages, he doesn’t bring the mail, too.
Those were all minor annoyances, really, but added up they really pissed me off. Then today I got a package. Instead of leaving it on top of the mailbox so that it’s easily stealable, he put it in the grass behind the mailbox. And the sprinkler system came on.
Luckily the only thing inside that got wet was the invoice, but I’m still pissed. He just seems like he doesn’t want to do things right. I wonder what USPS policy on packages is? If I call to complain, am I going to get accused of discrimination?
About that package – M.S. bought me stuff off my wishlist. What a cutie. Amazon didn’t put a gift card in with it though, but her name and address were in the invoice. I’m glad I found that part out, because I don’t want my address going out to Blogistan. Wonder how I can circumvent it?
August 10th, 2002 at 2:58 am
I don’t even know my mailman… in fact, I think it might be a mailwoman. This is the problem with having all the mailboxes for our cul-de-sac at the bottom of the road.
August 11th, 2002 at 12:45 am
When we were looking for a house, cluster mailboxes were a deal-killer. I’d hate to have to go blocks (in some cases) to check the mail.
But I bet they don’t put packages in the sprinkler system.