Friday, July 15, 2011
'The Mail Was Out of Order.'
(6)
I saw him working, all POBs open. (The POBs are all in 4 larger structures. No names on the outside. 'Privacy.' Eheh. I remember being verbally rebuffed by one postwoman several years ago when I stood there reading the names in the open doors. She closed the doors! 'Privacy!') (tap)
I stood there while he installed the mail. He ignored me. It was if I wasn't there! (boom! Thunder at 1941! Gotta call the Jewish god WHTZSNM. Later.) Another boom. It's raining. BR fans on. We don't use our A/C. More on that in the future. I waited until he was almost finished. He seemed oblivious. Then I said something like, 'I have not received an expected bill brom my credit card company. What do you suggest I do about that?' He replied, 'Call your credit card company?' 'Sounds good.' I said, coldly. I stood there reading the names in my building. He had no objection to that. I said, 'Why doesn't 304 have a (tap) name? He replied that 'Nobody lived there.' I said that I could hear them up there all the time. He mumbled something, eventually finished, then left. I opened my box and retrieved some junk mail.
About 30 minutes or so later there was a knock on the door. The peephole revealed a tall portly man who looked like the postman. I opened the door. It was him. (I have a photo from a recent visit. (tap)) He had 4 pieces of mail, two from my credit card company, and two from my bank. He said, 'The mail was out of order' and handed me the envelopes. Then he left.
I saw him working, all POBs open. (The POBs are all in 4 larger structures. No names on the outside. 'Privacy.' Eheh. I remember being verbally rebuffed by one postwoman several years ago when I stood there reading the names in the open doors. She closed the doors! 'Privacy!') (tap)
I stood there while he installed the mail. He ignored me. It was if I wasn't there! (boom! Thunder at 1941! Gotta call the Jewish god WHTZSNM. Later.) Another boom. It's raining. BR fans on. We don't use our A/C. More on that in the future. I waited until he was almost finished. He seemed oblivious. Then I said something like, 'I have not received an expected bill brom my credit card company. What do you suggest I do about that?' He replied, 'Call your credit card company?' 'Sounds good.' I said, coldly. I stood there reading the names in my building. He had no objection to that. I said, 'Why doesn't 304 have a (tap) name? He replied that 'Nobody lived there.' I said that I could hear them up there all the time. He mumbled something, eventually finished, then left. I opened my box and retrieved some junk mail.
About 30 minutes or so later there was a knock on the door. The peephole revealed a tall portly man who looked like the postman. I opened the door. It was him. (I have a photo from a recent visit. (tap)) He had 4 pieces of mail, two from my credit card company, and two from my bank. He said, 'The mail was out of order' and handed me the envelopes. Then he left.
