I watched our new postman today, attempting to deliver the mail for a good half-hour. It didn't take any special effort on my part; he passed our house six times.

First, he walked up the other side of the street, approached one neighbor's mailbox (we get front-door delivery in Rittenhouse Estates), then had second thoughts and marched out to the curb to check the house number.

That explains how we got the next-door neighbors' mail yesterday. Almost explains, anyway. All our driveways run along the property lines, and the guys who paint the numbers on usually do so when we're away. So we can't supervise and point out that putting the same number on both edges of the driveway leaves room for interpretation.

Even so, yesterday the guy delivered mail to our house intended for the one to the west, and our driveway—also on the west—has only our number on it. So he had no excuse.

This afternoon, once he finally located us, he delivered something he shouldn't have:

Upon seeing this, Wolf Dog was nonplussed. I tried explaining to him that, official as he looks in his German Shepherd livery, he ought to be in the favor of the feds, not on their list of suspects. (I suppose the two asterisks represent his canine teeth.)

"Do not deliver this form," it says. I'm thinking the new postman is illiterate, which isn't funny except in an ironic sense.

Posted by: Michael Rittenhouse at 04:58 PM | No Comments | Add Comment
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