I live for good mail. When I end my day, I am most looking forward to walking through the back door, trapsing through the house, opening the front door and stepping on my tip toes to to wrench my hand down into our mail box.
The point is that I enjoy my mail. I want my mail. I crave my mail.
Therein lies the problem: our postman can't seem to get our mail in our mail box. Instead we find parcels bearing the names of our neighbors and other assorted scary strangers.
Periodically I summon all of my courage and strength, break federal law, and check the box of one of our neighbors to see if our mail has landed there instead. Often my hunch proves correct. These neighbors keep their blinds closed each and every day. They never mow their yard and refuse to open the door. God knows what goes on in that house, but I am willing to risk life and limb to get my hands on my own mail.
The problem worsens. Often I am not brave enough to venture onto their porch or I am too late and our mail is sucked into the households on either side of us to never be seen again. They don't bother to forward the misplaced items. They don't even walk the few feet to our box and place them safely inside. They don't even bother to clip them to their box or pen "not at this address" on them. They are lost, never to be seen again.
I cannot begin to tell you how angry this makes me.
In my anger and frustration, I called the United States Postal Service after spending 30 minutes thumbing through the phone book trying to find a local number, searching under everything from United to Postal to Mail to "give me my mail now".
I filed a formal complaint, as that was the only option presented to me. The operator explained that someone from the local office would return my call in a few days and maybe we could come up with a solution.
In a few days I got a message that said, "I am Mr. Postal Employee and I understand you have filed a complaint. I hear that you aren't getting your mail. I am not sure exactly what we are going to do about that, but you can call me back if you want."
Hmmmm, what you can do about it is Put. My. Mail. In. My. Box. in the first place.
What's a girl gotta do to get her copy of "Real Simple", free Swiffer sample and phone bill?
Monday, June 19, 2006
Give me my mail or give me death
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4 comments:
I'd be pretty possessive of my Real Simple, too!
Mail issues make me crazy. We, too, have had a plethora of problems, although the worst has been with packages. We live in the city and you would think that any idiot postman/woman would have enough sense to know not to just the package on our stoop when we're not there. But no. We've had this happen on two occasions and the package in question was apparently stolen as the post office records indicated that it was left when we called. Then there's nothing like battling with the USPS to get the money for the cost of the contents since it was their effing fault...
This is all a very long-winded way of saying that I feel your pain.
Oh, and I'm a stranger who stumbled upon your blog. I hope that's okay.
When my usual carrier is on the route, there is rarely a problem. But I hate his vacations!! I almost always have someone else's mail, which I dutifully mark on the envelope to redeliver, but like you, I don't ever get mail that was incorrectly delivered and so marked. I now have everything possible sent to email (bills, etc.) but that won't help you with Real Simple. :-(
Not sure exactly what we're going to do about it? Not sure?!! How about you convince the dang mail carrier to put MY mail in MY box! It's so crazy, it just may work.
Moron. (not you, the mail-dude)
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