I had to put on pants…
It’s hot in here, and I’m sitting here wearing a big T-shirt, undies, and socks. T-shirt is not quite big enough to cover the undies. But no one sees it but the cats (and Mike, who is out at the Good Post Office collecting the mail).
Stupid mailman from the Evil Post Office just came and stuck a bunch of stuff through the mail slot on the door. ALL of it was for the landlady. This has been going on for weeks now, and I never catch the asshole to yell at him about this. This is clearly not the regular mailman that’s been hee for years…I thought he’d just gone on vacation, but now I realize that he is Never Coming Back. Ever. He was the ONLY decent person who worked at the Evil Post Office, and maybe he just couldn’t stand working for that rat bastard of a postmaster any longer. I’ve had more than a few nasty run-ins with that postmaster, and he really is a nasty, evil piece of work. It sure explains why his post office is so badly run!
So this new guy is stupid, and keeps putting the landladies’ mail in our mail slot. That’s why I had to put on pants, because I had to go out onto the porch and put their mail into THEIR mailbox.
Now I need to remember to leave a note for Patti, the cat-sitter, about this. When she comes in to feed the cats and all, she picks up any mail that is on the floor and puts it in the table. I need to ask her to look and see if any of it is addressed to the landladies, and have her put it into their box.
Stupid mailman. I’m all the more glad that we have that P.O. box, and most of our important mail goes there. We’re still trying to get Ford Motor Credit to mail the car payment bills there, but they still have this weird insistence on a street address. I don’t know why, but I guess we’ll just have to explain that if they won’t send it to the P.O. box, that idiot mailman will deliver it to someone else’s house, and that someone else won’t be as nice as we are and give the mail to whom it belongs. Miraculously, we did get our latest bill, but if we don’t get this fixed soon, one day, someone else will get our car payment bill, and we’ll never see it.
Stupid mailman.


christine





















































