At War with the Postal Carrier
When I got my mail last Wednesday, there was a note written on the front of one of my letters. It said, "Put name on lox or HO HAIL! HO HAITE HO HAIL!!" After a few seconds of deciphering, I realized that my postal carrier wanted me to put my name on my mailbox, otherwise she wouldn't deliver any mail. The good news is that didn't have to put my name on any salmon.
I've lived in the same apartment for 5 1/2 years, I've never had a name on my mailbox, and I've always gotten my mail. So I was irritated that I was suddenly being rudely threatened by a penmanship-handicapped new postal worker. I've never heard of any law stating that I had to have my name on my mailbox. People who live in houses don't have their names on their mailboxes. So I decided that I wasn't going to play this game and would just wait and see what happened.
On Thursday, I got another note, this time on the address label of my Rolling Stone. This one said, "Lost notice HO HAITE HO HAIL!" Well, I found the notice and laughed at the pressure she was exerting on me. I expected at least 3 strikes before I was out, not a sudden-death 2. Of the 5 apartments in my building, 2 had their names on their boxes before this directive. In the past 24 hours, one of the other two had succumbed by putting her last name in sharpie in huge block letters on her box. The other guy had written his name in barely noticeable ball point pen. Underneath it, he had written, "Thanks for your time."
At noon on Friday, I had no mail in my box, but all of the other boxes had mail. Well, I'm not giving up this easily. I'm not expecting any important mail for awhile. I'll give it a week. Maybe she'll crumble. Worse comes to worst, I'll go to the post office, find out that it's a real policy that just isn't always enforced, collect my week-long mail, put my damn name on my mailbox, and admit defeat.
But wait! It's Friday at 5 PM and I suddenly have mail! WTF?!? I look through the pieces and there's two for me. And two for another apartment. And two for another apartment. And two for yet another apartment. She's gone passive aggressive on me! I gotta give her credit. I wasn't expecting that one. I refiled the mail where it was supposed to go and waited for her next move. But there hasn't been one. Ever since then, I've been getting my mail in my box like I'm supposed to.
You know, if she had said something like, "Hi! I'm Priscilla, your new mail carrier. Can you do me a favor and put your name on your mailbox? It would make my job a lot easier," then I wouldn't have hesitated to do it. But HO HAITE HO HAIL! just pisses me off and I won't stand for it.
I've lived in the same apartment for 5 1/2 years, I've never had a name on my mailbox, and I've always gotten my mail. So I was irritated that I was suddenly being rudely threatened by a penmanship-handicapped new postal worker. I've never heard of any law stating that I had to have my name on my mailbox. People who live in houses don't have their names on their mailboxes. So I decided that I wasn't going to play this game and would just wait and see what happened.
On Thursday, I got another note, this time on the address label of my Rolling Stone. This one said, "Lost notice HO HAITE HO HAIL!" Well, I found the notice and laughed at the pressure she was exerting on me. I expected at least 3 strikes before I was out, not a sudden-death 2. Of the 5 apartments in my building, 2 had their names on their boxes before this directive. In the past 24 hours, one of the other two had succumbed by putting her last name in sharpie in huge block letters on her box. The other guy had written his name in barely noticeable ball point pen. Underneath it, he had written, "Thanks for your time."
At noon on Friday, I had no mail in my box, but all of the other boxes had mail. Well, I'm not giving up this easily. I'm not expecting any important mail for awhile. I'll give it a week. Maybe she'll crumble. Worse comes to worst, I'll go to the post office, find out that it's a real policy that just isn't always enforced, collect my week-long mail, put my damn name on my mailbox, and admit defeat.
But wait! It's Friday at 5 PM and I suddenly have mail! WTF?!? I look through the pieces and there's two for me. And two for another apartment. And two for another apartment. And two for yet another apartment. She's gone passive aggressive on me! I gotta give her credit. I wasn't expecting that one. I refiled the mail where it was supposed to go and waited for her next move. But there hasn't been one. Ever since then, I've been getting my mail in my box like I'm supposed to.
You know, if she had said something like, "Hi! I'm Priscilla, your new mail carrier. Can you do me a favor and put your name on your mailbox? It would make my job a lot easier," then I wouldn't have hesitated to do it. But HO HAITE HO HAIL! just pisses me off and I won't stand for it.