HOLD PLEASE
yesterday was a hot one.. arent they all? and there i was, delivering at my last stop over in spanish trace (the oaks)..
about halfway through my delivering, miss rios of 501 decides to make her presence known. see, 501 is right above the mailboxes, so all she has to do is walk downstairs, and shes right there.
its so close to her house, that she doesnt even hang up her cordless phone, which has the reception to reach downstars..
so im delivering, shes on the phone, and she decides to ask me a question..
"hey mailman, are you done with my mail?"
"um, which one are you-"
"HOLD ON..(she interrupted) ok.. what were you saying?"
"what apartment are you in?"
she goes on and on with the person on the phone, and ignores me.. so i go about my business again, and minutes later, she asks again..
"so are you done with 501?"
"well, im halfway done wit-"
she interrupts me again with laughter, brought to her by the person on the phone.."
not to be outdone, i grab my cellphone and dial 411.
"yes, id like the number for miss rios in 501 spanish trace, altamonte springs, FL.. thanks..
so i get the number and call her on her phone..
she then puts the other person on hold, and answers my calling..
"hi there miss rios, its me, the mailman standing 15 feet from you, i just wanted to call and let you know that your mail isnt done yet, give me about 30 minutes. please continue with your conversation.. take care"
she had no idea what to do.. she smiled, and went back upstairs.. im guessing she was a little freaked out too, but hey- she got the message.
about halfway through my delivering, miss rios of 501 decides to make her presence known. see, 501 is right above the mailboxes, so all she has to do is walk downstairs, and shes right there.
its so close to her house, that she doesnt even hang up her cordless phone, which has the reception to reach downstars..
so im delivering, shes on the phone, and she decides to ask me a question..
"hey mailman, are you done with my mail?"
"um, which one are you-"
"HOLD ON..(she interrupted) ok.. what were you saying?"
"what apartment are you in?"
she goes on and on with the person on the phone, and ignores me.. so i go about my business again, and minutes later, she asks again..
"so are you done with 501?"
"well, im halfway done wit-"
she interrupts me again with laughter, brought to her by the person on the phone.."
not to be outdone, i grab my cellphone and dial 411.
"yes, id like the number for miss rios in 501 spanish trace, altamonte springs, FL.. thanks..
so i get the number and call her on her phone..
she then puts the other person on hold, and answers my calling..
"hi there miss rios, its me, the mailman standing 15 feet from you, i just wanted to call and let you know that your mail isnt done yet, give me about 30 minutes. please continue with your conversation.. take care"
she had no idea what to do.. she smiled, and went back upstairs.. im guessing she was a little freaked out too, but hey- she got the message.