Have you ever dropped a letter into one of those mailboxes on the side of the road, isolated, in the middle of nowhere?
I often think, "they don't know this mailbox is here. I might as well be throwing it in the garbage?" How do they remember where all the mailboxes are? Do they update the list?
There have been times I pull my car over to one of these isolated mailboxes with mail in hand, I get out of the car and stand there with my hand on the mailbox opening and I talk to the box, "has anyone been here in recent days? If I throw this mail into your mouth, will you notify the mail person that there is something in your tummy that needs to be taken away?"
I'll read all the labels on the mailbox to make sure that the box gets some attention. "Last pickup time: 4:30pm." Is this everyday, or was the year 2003 the last time the mailman stopped by here?
On days when I have faith, I drop the mail into the box. On days I'm not feeling quite so religious, I drive across town to drop the mail in a box where there is a line of cars.
I trust that the Postal Service will deliver my mail--anywhere I want, and for only 37 cents. Isn't that remarkable? I tell them, "take this piece of paper to Usk, Washington, and for your efforts, I will give you a quarter, a dime and two pennies."
The crazy thing is that they do it. Would you do it? No. They're wonderful people.
You can't scare them. If you have to get a letter to your friend, George, and he lives in a remote area on a hill, and the door is in the back....the post office says, "Don't worry, we'll find him. Is this his name....'George'? Just give us three days and 37 cents....that's all we ask."
I think even the Postal Service knows 37 cents is a bargain. A lot of times they kind of...well, they lose it. If you give them real money ($14.00), they guarantee it. For $14.00, there is no fooling around. For 37 cents, there is some fooling around.
It's kind of like greasing a guy in Vegas. "Tell you what, for 14 bucks, I'll take care of you. I'll bring this to George. For 20 bucks, I'll bring you back a little piece of paper that tells you George got it. For 50 bucks, I'll bring back George."
I often think, "they don't know this mailbox is here. I might as well be throwing it in the garbage?" How do they remember where all the mailboxes are? Do they update the list?
There have been times I pull my car over to one of these isolated mailboxes with mail in hand, I get out of the car and stand there with my hand on the mailbox opening and I talk to the box, "has anyone been here in recent days? If I throw this mail into your mouth, will you notify the mail person that there is something in your tummy that needs to be taken away?"
I'll read all the labels on the mailbox to make sure that the box gets some attention. "Last pickup time: 4:30pm." Is this everyday, or was the year 2003 the last time the mailman stopped by here?
On days when I have faith, I drop the mail into the box. On days I'm not feeling quite so religious, I drive across town to drop the mail in a box where there is a line of cars.
I trust that the Postal Service will deliver my mail--anywhere I want, and for only 37 cents. Isn't that remarkable? I tell them, "take this piece of paper to Usk, Washington, and for your efforts, I will give you a quarter, a dime and two pennies."
The crazy thing is that they do it. Would you do it? No. They're wonderful people.
You can't scare them. If you have to get a letter to your friend, George, and he lives in a remote area on a hill, and the door is in the back....the post office says, "Don't worry, we'll find him. Is this his name....'George'? Just give us three days and 37 cents....that's all we ask."
I think even the Postal Service knows 37 cents is a bargain. A lot of times they kind of...well, they lose it. If you give them real money ($14.00), they guarantee it. For $14.00, there is no fooling around. For 37 cents, there is some fooling around.
It's kind of like greasing a guy in Vegas. "Tell you what, for 14 bucks, I'll take care of you. I'll bring this to George. For 20 bucks, I'll bring you back a little piece of paper that tells you George got it. For 50 bucks, I'll bring back George."
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