There are lots of good things about living in a small town. Traffic is when it takes more than 5 minutes to get across town, locals complain about the line at the DMV if there are more than 3 people in front of them and I can get fresh organic food from local farms at a fraction of the cost. But all of that goodness comes at a price. The nearest mall is 32 miles away (which sucks if you are a city girl), the job market is limited and the Mailman picks-up and delivers mail when he feels like it.
I find it intriguing that I have become friends with the FedEx guys Darren and George, and the UPS guys John and John (weird how they have the same name) but for some reason unknown to me the mailman is elusive. I have tried to say hi on numerous occasions, but he ignores me. When I have a package that has to be signed for, I get this look like I just inconvenient him. I am vexed by his behavior and it saddens me that he is so unfriendly, because he is very cute…except for that attitude of his. So when Christmas rolls around and Darren, George and the John’s all get cookies and gift cards, you my friendly postman will get nothing!
And would it really hurt you to deliver my mail everyday (except Sunday), I only live a mile from the post office for Pete’s sake. I put a priority box in the mail Saturday morning and he didn't come on Saturday, then he removed the package on Monday and put it back in the mail box on top of the rest of the mail, so it did not leave town until Tuesday.