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Mail Boxes

Here’s a weird conversation I had recently.

A teamster came in and asked to check his start work. He wanted to make sure his paycheck was going to his P.O. box, rather than his home.

Curious, I asked, “Why don’t you want it going to your  house?”

“The jerks won’t deliver to our house.”

“Really? I didn’t know they could just decide not to deliver to an address.”

“There was an incident with the dog.”

And I think, That’s a strange way to describe it…

But he continues: “He bit the mail man.” …unless you’re trying to downplay the fact that your dog bit someone.

“It wasn’t even in our yard,” he says defensively.

“Oh, someone else’s dog bit him, and they won’t deliver to the whole block?”

“No, it was our dog.”

Soooo… your dog was loose in your neighbor’s yard and bit a human being… and somehow the post office are the jerks?

Obviously, I didn’t say that. Gotta hold your tongue sometimes. Especially if you want a fill’er up later on.

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