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According to my dad, we've got a new postmaster and he's been rearranging things and changing routes and what not.
As a result we have a new mail carrier.
Last week, he came between 10:30 and 11 every morning.
Monday, he didn't show up until nearly four. Yesterday, he came a little before three.
Last night it snowed. I got up this morning and figured I'd shovel snow, clearing off the porches and around my car, instead of belly dancing. Since the mail hadn't been coming until well after noon, I figured it wouldn't be a problem to get it done before he came to deliver the mail.
So, I'm settled on the floor, doing the cryptoquip in the paper (two actually, since they cheated me out of one yesterday), and a I hear the familiar sound of the mailbox. I jump to my feet, look out the front window, and sure enough, there goes the mail guy, trudging along. A check of the clock told me that no, I did not get sucked into a time vortex and it was late afternoon; it was just past 10:30.
Great.
Thank you, new postmaster, for making me look like an inconsiderate douche. I hope your zipper freezes shut at a most inopportune time.
As a result we have a new mail carrier.
Last week, he came between 10:30 and 11 every morning.
Monday, he didn't show up until nearly four. Yesterday, he came a little before three.
Last night it snowed. I got up this morning and figured I'd shovel snow, clearing off the porches and around my car, instead of belly dancing. Since the mail hadn't been coming until well after noon, I figured it wouldn't be a problem to get it done before he came to deliver the mail.
So, I'm settled on the floor, doing the cryptoquip in the paper (two actually, since they cheated me out of one yesterday), and a I hear the familiar sound of the mailbox. I jump to my feet, look out the front window, and sure enough, there goes the mail guy, trudging along. A check of the clock told me that no, I did not get sucked into a time vortex and it was late afternoon; it was just past 10:30.
Great.
Thank you, new postmaster, for making me look like an inconsiderate douche. I hope your zipper freezes shut at a most inopportune time.
