Rain Rain Go Away....
The rainy season can end any time now, kthnx. There wasn't anything in the forecast about violent thunderstorms, but we had one. It tried to rain on me, but I foiled the storm's plans by zipping off to deliver an hour of driving off another route instead. I came back when it got sunny.
I had to get on to a resident over not paying a postage due on a parcel. She'd kinda obviously told her parents to use the media mail rate when sending a box full of books and toys, but that cheapo rate is restricted to, y'know, media. Since her box rattled and books/cds/transcripts generally don't, she got caught. She grumbled about getting punished when handing over the amount due, as I gave her back a bad check she'd fobbed off on my dimwit sub.
No, seriously, he's dim. He's been on my route a bunch of times now but the other week, when I sorted a tray full of small parcels for him, he wanted to know what the deal was with the tray full of parcels. Because, I dunno, he couldn't look at them and see that they were in delivery order and obviously too large to stuff in with the regular mail? Stuff like that. He also throws his rubber bands on the ground.
Tuesday, on the other hand, was the Day of Cats and Dogs. First, the power was out on part of my route so all the invisible fences went down. This resulted in repeat versions of the following encounter:
Dog: *sniff sniff sniff wandering around sees the mail person* Arf arf arf!!! *running toward me*
Me: No.
Dog: Arf arf!
Me: No. Go home.
Dog: Arf? *coming to a stop*
Me: Give it up. Go home or I'll spray you.
Dog: *slinking away*
The cats were more friendly. Most of them have learned which path I walk at this point, so several of them saw me coming, got up and moved over two feet and lay back down if they were in a given path. That was usually from at least ten feet away, too. The black cat was out, laying across the stone path to the next house. I stopped in front of him and said I needed to get by. He sat up and scooted over. When I looked over my shoulder, he bobbed his chin and batted his eyes at me.
Brindle cat was out, too, as were his human children and owner who just like last time she witnessed it, flipped out when Brindle more or less fell on my hand, wagging his tail like a demented cat shaped dog. I learned from one little boy that the cat's name was Pepper while the owner continued to make inarticulate noises about how shy the cat was and how he always ran away from everybody. I said hi to Pepper and he chirped back, then I asked if he was going to follow me and he jumped through the bushes and trotted along for the next houses, like usual.
I don't actually have psychic cat powers.
I had to get on to a resident over not paying a postage due on a parcel. She'd kinda obviously told her parents to use the media mail rate when sending a box full of books and toys, but that cheapo rate is restricted to, y'know, media. Since her box rattled and books/cds/transcripts generally don't, she got caught. She grumbled about getting punished when handing over the amount due, as I gave her back a bad check she'd fobbed off on my dimwit sub.
No, seriously, he's dim. He's been on my route a bunch of times now but the other week, when I sorted a tray full of small parcels for him, he wanted to know what the deal was with the tray full of parcels. Because, I dunno, he couldn't look at them and see that they were in delivery order and obviously too large to stuff in with the regular mail? Stuff like that. He also throws his rubber bands on the ground.
Tuesday, on the other hand, was the Day of Cats and Dogs. First, the power was out on part of my route so all the invisible fences went down. This resulted in repeat versions of the following encounter:
Dog: *sniff sniff sniff wandering around sees the mail person* Arf arf arf!!! *running toward me*
Me: No.
Dog: Arf arf!
Me: No. Go home.
Dog: Arf? *coming to a stop*
Me: Give it up. Go home or I'll spray you.
Dog: *slinking away*
The cats were more friendly. Most of them have learned which path I walk at this point, so several of them saw me coming, got up and moved over two feet and lay back down if they were in a given path. That was usually from at least ten feet away, too. The black cat was out, laying across the stone path to the next house. I stopped in front of him and said I needed to get by. He sat up and scooted over. When I looked over my shoulder, he bobbed his chin and batted his eyes at me.
Brindle cat was out, too, as were his human children and owner who just like last time she witnessed it, flipped out when Brindle more or less fell on my hand, wagging his tail like a demented cat shaped dog. I learned from one little boy that the cat's name was Pepper while the owner continued to make inarticulate noises about how shy the cat was and how he always ran away from everybody. I said hi to Pepper and he chirped back, then I asked if he was going to follow me and he jumped through the bushes and trotted along for the next houses, like usual.
I don't actually have psychic cat powers.