He drives past my house every day except for Sunday. I look out my window waiting to hear the sound of those familiar sweet sounding screaches and that most sexiest of logos portrayed on a jeep made into a mailtruck and longingly watch as he teases me by turning left at my intersection rather than right to my house. I wait on his arrival as I watch him accellerate around the corner anticipating his next left turn he will make on his journey to my house. I have refreshened my lipstick, just in case he decides to approach my door with lets say a certified or registered letter, a package if you will. I pull back the curtain ever so slightly to watch as he opens my box and places his hands gripping the male as he gently places it in my box. Then, to my awe and wonder he looks up, waves his hand at me and closes my box. ... He does this final gesture with a wink and a grin and just like santa claus delivers to us he gives of himself all freakin year.
Okay its all funny and stuff but these people work really hard and they deserve appreciation one time a year. As an offer of suggested advice, I say we give our mailman/woman at least a $10.00 monetary gift, or a present that, while less expensive, still brings a smile, a giggle and a take home giftie to his/hers family.
I write this because I witnessed my mailman struggling with a pitbull dog just trying to deliver a package. My heart went out to him, thus I write this blog.
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