Articles Comments

Coffee Break with Liz and Kate » Headline, »

online casino roulette 1 cent

liz and kate cup blueI am officially at war with my mailman…the very same man who took a sacred vow to deliver my mail to me come rain, sleet, snow, hail,  natural disaster, and even road construction.  For some reason my mailman has a personal vendetta against me and my mailbox.  The first strike against me was possibly just the simple fact that our neighborhood has the audacity to be “older” which means we all have our own separate boxes instead of the big conglomeration of boxes found in the “newer” neighborhoods.  This necessitates that the mailman actually park his mail truck at each house and WALK a few steps to each box.  I’m thinking by the time he gets to my house, he’s probably already in a bad mood.

The problem really began a few years ago (which in mailman years is probably more like 14 years, oops! or is that dog years?)  At that time I had 5 teen-aged kids living at home.  That means 7 licensed  drivers in our home and 6 vehicles to try to park in front of said home: 2 in the driveway, 2 in front of the house, 1 across the street, and 1 at the little piece of curb to the left of the driveway between my house and the neighbor’s, which also happens to be where the mailbox is.  (You’ll notice that none are parked in the garage, but that’s a story for another day.)  Well, we were comfortable with our parking routine…everyone knew where their car belonged and took the same spot every day.  We had been doing this for the whole summer.

And then all of the sudden we stopped getting mail.  Which was very odd, with 9 people living here there was ALWAYS mail of some sort for someone.  Day after day I went out to get the mail, and the box was empty.  At about day 3, I peeked into my neighbors box which is about 5 inches from my box.  He had mail.  ( I know, that’s probably some sort of federal offense punishable by public stoning, but I won’t tell if you won’t.)  Next day, same thing. And the next. Then on day 6 there was a handwritten note tucked under the wiper of the parked car telling me that it is illegal to park in front of mailboxes.

I couldn’t believe that was really true so I looked it up on the internet, and sure enough the rule states that ” parking is prohibited within 10 feet of a private driveway on Monday through Saturday (except holidays) between 7 a.m. and 6 p.m. when a mailbox is located within five feet of such a driveway.”  Did you know that?  ‘Cause I had no idea. I rarely break rules intentionally, I am a rule follower by nature,  so here I was breaking the sacred postal service laws.  But here’s the thing…the mailman was putting mail in the mailbox 5 inches away from my mailbox.


He walked to the two boxes stuck into the same patch of concrete and gave my neighbor his mail, but not me.  Well, that’s just rude, but we were breaking the rules so we rearranged our parking and left the spot clear.  But guess what, still no mail the next day.  I followed his rules, and still an empty box.  So I left the mailman  a note taped to the outside of the mailbox, politely informing him that we had moved the car, and asking him if he would PLEASE deliver our mail.  That was a Saturday and on Monday, our box was stuffed to over-flowing with a whole week’s worth of mail.

One could safely assume that was the end of the problem, right? Not a chance because apparently the war was just beginning…

Come back on Thurs. for

kate pic~Kate

Enjoy your Coffee Break.

Want to submit your own story to be considered for the Guest Headline post to run on Fridays?  Just let us know at

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...
If you enjoyed this post, make sure you subscribe to my RSS feed!
Bookmark and Share

Filed under: Headline, · Tags: , , ,