In larger cities, mail just happens. It shows up in your box or on your doorstep every day. You don't have to think about it much or do much to get it. You just go and look for it.
Even if you live in an apartment and a box is too large, you usually have between 8 a.m. and 5 p.m. to pick it up at the office.
That's not the case here. Awhile back I signed up for a free 39-week subscription to the Wall Street Journal. My hubby's been loving it. I had no idea the problems it would cause.
You see, we don't have curbside delivery. Since it's a small town, we each have a post office box instead and have to go up town to get it.
|Lots of PO boxes. The bonus is getting to see people you know at the post office!|
That paper is HUGE. Geez, I wonder what it was like before the journalism downturn. And our box is really small. Even that one paper the mail lady has to really stuff in there. Half the time I tear it trying to get it out.
|A stack of our Wall Street Journals. They're bigger than I thought!|
Anyway, if I don't pick the mail up EVERY single day or if we get a little more mail than normal, I get a yellow slip in my box. Oh I hate that yellow slip.
It means my mail is inaccessible until the mail lady is back in the office. And she's only there 4 hours a day. There are a few key boxes where she puts packages sometimes but for some reason she never puts my overflowing mail in there.
So the other day I *GASP* forgot to pick up the mail on a Friday. Oh no, now it will really get backed up because she's only there 15 minutes on Saturday and I never EVER can remember what time that is.
No mail for Friday.
Being an optimist, I check Saturday morning (after the 15 minutes is over of course). No luck. Yellow slip.
No mail for Saturday.
|Aw, dang. I missed her again.|
Monday comes around and I totally forget the post office is only open 4 hours (It changed from 5.5 to 4 hours back in May). I got there ONE MINUTE past closing time and, sure enough, another yellow slip.
Sigh. No mail for Monday.
So Tuesday morning I had to take the yellow slips to the lady and had a HUGE pile of mail, three days worth with, of course, three Wall Street Journals. This deal drives me crazy.
Don't tell my husband, but I'll be glad when the free subscription ends because then I can go back to my nice peaceful mail routine. Unless... what if he likes it so much he wants to pay for a subscription!
Then I guess my life will just stay interesting.