dear mr. postman

It used to be hard getting into the postal service. Nowadays it seems, having a pulse will do.

I mean seriously postal worker, after the third time stuffing a too big box in a too small mailbox, you'd learn by now???

Each time I wrote a nice note and taped it to my box, it took two days for you to get it out? I'm guessing you either didn't understand what I was asking or you don't understand English. 

I know you come twice a day. I stopped you on the street one day to ask you a very basic question and you gave me that 'deer in the headlights' look.

I see you huddled in doorways chatting to your friends and smoking. I'm pretty sure the postal service doesn't want you representing them in that way. Makes me think you're being lazy and slacking on the job. 

And oh yeah, please go to the next building and bring me the package that you delivered to the wrong place.

FACE your FEARS

I hate spiders. Period. Big, small, hairy, jumping, crawling. I owe it all to Billy Andrews. When we were kids we used to play in the woods below our house. The boys used to throw these banana spiders on us girls. That was the most horrifying thing I can remember as a child. He threw one spider too many and I threw the brick. I saw blood and ran home crying. I don't believe he ever threw another spider but it left me fearing them.
~big, black, sharp scuttling creature
~hairy, brown eight legged foe
~creeping, crawling, jumping
...I'll always call you for
~stomping, squashing, swatting

Random Acts of STUPIDNESS

To the lady who was walking her dog without a leash.
One small child in hand, a baby in the storage area UNDER the stroller and a BAG in the seat.
Just what were you thinking?
When the other fierce dog approached yours, you did pick up your child in hand. BUT disregarded your baby as the other dog sniffed/nipped at it?
Just what were you thinking?