Post Postman Post.

I remember a time when postmen actually walked from home to home delivering letter to the eagerly waiting masses. When I was a child I remember ours pulling a 2-wheeled cart behind him as he walked around the neighborhood. He would walk up to each house and place the letters in the mailbox that was next to the front door. He knew your name, at least your last one, and usually wore a smile and greeted any he passed.

Mailmen used to be so friendly that they were often accused to being too friendly. Next to the milkman the postman was most often accused of fathering illegitimate children with happily married women than any other public servant. And reliable, with a motto "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds." how can you not be. How things have changed.

My current mail man is actually a woman. She drives around the neighborhood and places the letter in the mailboxes that have been placed that curb for their convenience. Our current mail-woman is so adverse to even taking a step outside her vehicle that she actually drives up on to the sidewalk so that she can reach the mailbox from the comfort of her postal deliver transportation machine.

Why do I bring this up? Well, this year we ordered several Christmas items in the mail. Since I am cheap, many of those items were delivered via United States Postal Service. Since the boxes are usually too large to fit in the mailbox I have enjoyed (not really) our mail-person's creativity in delivering the packages without having to dismount her valiant steed. One day I found the mailbox stuffed with a box that almost fit, but just required a little extra pushing to wedge it in there. It took a bit of effort to free the parcel from the box where I found all of the rest of my mail smashed into the back. Another time I found the package had been tossed on the ground at the base of the mailbox where somehow it had not been fully protected from the rain that followed.

My favorite happened just a couple days ago. I arrived from work to see a package balanced precariously on the door that was left open to support the box. I walked up to find the package was quite a bit larger than the box, and didn't even slightly fit into the mailbox. The mail-person did however secure the box by running a rubber band around the box and the door to hold the package in place. I was amazed by the amount of effort this obviously took for the post-lady to be able leave the package "in" my mailbox.

Sometimes I think this guy has the right idea...

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