My Mailman
I have the best mailman in the entire world. His name is Lee ("Like Bruce," he told me).
He calls my cellphone whenever he has a package for me ("Mr. [Name Withheld]! I have a package for you from Slovenia!"). He does this because he does not want to leave a package on my step lest it get stolen. He will actually come back to my place later, after I have gotten in, in order to deliver the package to me personally.
He told me he refuses to join the post office union because he does not philosophically agree with the concept of unions. And the guy is 100% positive; never seen him down.
How does he do it? Is he a Scientologist? I don't think he's a Libertarian because it's impossible for Libertarians to be that happy.
My post office is still a miserable place to visit, but Lee is made of awesome.
He calls my cellphone whenever he has a package for me ("Mr. [Name Withheld]! I have a package for you from Slovenia!"). He does this because he does not want to leave a package on my step lest it get stolen. He will actually come back to my place later, after I have gotten in, in order to deliver the package to me personally.
He told me he refuses to join the post office union because he does not philosophically agree with the concept of unions. And the guy is 100% positive; never seen him down.
How does he do it? Is he a Scientologist? I don't think he's a Libertarian because it's impossible for Libertarians to be that happy.
My post office is still a miserable place to visit, but Lee is made of awesome.