(I was going to post about Disneyland, but Blogger was down yesterday and I left my camera at home today and you really need to see the pictures, because otherwise, how is it a travel blog? Right? Right.)
Yesterday as I was pulling out of my driveway I spotted my mailman coming around the corner and decided to wait for him. We've had the same mail man for at least eight years and he and I chat from time to time about the weather, the amount of junk mail I get, the fact the neighbors insist on parking directly in front of their mailbox etc. Basically the kind of small talk that you have with people you know nothing about.
As he hands me my mail yesterday he says to me "Hey, I see that you refinanced your house! How did you manage that in this economy?" and I'm like wait, what the hell? I didn't refinance? then I remembered that our mortgage company went tits up and our statements now come from another company. And he noticed. So I explained it to him, we commiserated about the shitty housing market and then he asked about J's shooting hobby, wondered if I still was selling costumes and did M like her out of state camp and THEN I was all? WTF?
I mean, I get that my garbage man knows a lot about me. After all, the clinking of my empty wine bottles against the Zoloft bottles IS a very distinct sound. But it never occurred to me that my mailman was actually paying attention to what he delivers me. He even commented on the amount of ammunition components that my husband orders and how he knew which houses he'd run to in the event of an emergency!
How freaking creepy stalkerish is that? And yet, think of the GOSSIP I can get about the neighbors! I'm totally going to bake him some cookies. Because Mama loves her some gossip....
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Good Fences
Labels: America the Beautiful
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6 little kittens say Meow:
M2 always yells 'the postmans reading our mail!' when I think he is just sorting ours out from the others.......
they know WAY too much at my house, now I'm sure. must go close the blinds
Yup, sanitation and postal know where ALL the happening community spots are.
You should tip them extra to spread flattering rumors about yourself.
Yeah, wait till he gets caught opening the corners of your credit card statements, just enough to get a peak. Never our junk mail, just the mail with important numbers. The postmaster said it was probably my imagination, guess I have been imagining THE SAME SCENARIO for 3 years.
Isn't that a movie with Jim Carey as a demented cable guy??? Only you're dude is the postman???
I bet he knows the good gossip!!!
And think of what he's telling the neighbors about YOU! You better make his Christmas bonus a big one!
THis does not disturb me. Mostly because I know that the postal office is staffed by only the most psychologically grounded and mentally stable group of people out of any profession.
I mean.."Going Postal" that's a compliment, right?
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