The mailman and I have a strained relationship.
I don’t think he knows this.
Many times I have wanted to leave a note that expresses my unhappiness with his performance but I have been cautioned to leave it alone. To continue to allow him to leave my mailbox door wide open during a rainstorm while my flyers become soaked and unreadable, to allow him to squish my free samples at the back, and flatten fragile items without a care.
Because if I fight with the mailman my mail may not arrive at all.
I truthfully do not have a problem with this.
If my bills don’t arrive then I don’t have to pay them.
I have also been told that this is incorrect.
I hate technicalities.
So in order to continue receiving my sopping wet flyers, crushed samples, and curled Christmas greetings I bite my tongue.
Boy, am I happy I did!
Look what he managed to deliver!
My beautiful mug from #mugswap2011!
If you haven’t already been, go check out all of the other mugs that were swapped at Liz’s place!