ThomasLitchford

I knew this day would come. It just took a little while longer than I initially thought, and there’s a good story about that if you read on.

Elyse Cheney, Carol Mann, and Denise Shannon all sent rejections, and I got them all on the same day. ‘Hmm, that’s odd,’ you might be thinking. Here’s why:

Yesterday at about 5:30 p.m. someone knocked on my door. It was someone from the post office, and he had one of those mail crates full to the top. He explained that my regular mail carrier had been holding the mail for the last four weeks. Apparently the bottom step that leads up to our front door (where the mail slot is) is too high and hence hazardous. Apparently, my mail carrier is able to make these decisions unilaterally without informing anyone.

Regular readers of the blog know that I just moved here about a month ago. I’ve been getting mail only sporadically (whenever there’s a substitute carrier, it turns out), so I knew something was wrong, but I thought something had gone wrong with the forwarding. It turns out, and here’s the best part, the previous tenants took the mailbox with them when they moved out. So I had no idea I even needed one. Thanks to the material stinginess of the former tenants and the bad attitude of one mail carrier with a bad knee, I missed three bills, three agent replies, a pile of various statements, two greeting cards, and a nice stack of junk circulars.

Altogether now: “WTF!”

I’ll post the crowning little tidbit in another post.