The Pony was excited to learn on Wednesday that he MIGHT get Saturday AND Sunday off! He originally was only getting Saturday for his Christmas Day holiday. Of course he will probably work 12 hours on Christmas Eve.
Anyhoo... The Pony said his supervisor told everyone that if everything gets delivered on Christmas Eve, NOBODY will come into the office on Saturday or Sunday. The Pony is hopeful, since everything has been delivered on Tuesday and Wednesday, with nothing left over for the next day.
The Pony put a hold on a route here in Backroads, which he started this week. He says that on a light day, he can get it done in 8 hours, not counting the time he takes getting his mail ready. I forget the word for that. Not sorting... maybe CASING? Anyhoo... he went in at 5:30 Wednesday morning, and was done by 4:00. Which is EARLY for the way things have been going lately.
So far this week, The Pony has been gifted with two big slabs of peanut brittle, a $25 Amazon gift card, and another $10 gift card, the business which escapes me. He's been in high spirits, giddy with the thought of having at least one day off after working only four in a row. Here's a tale from Wednesday.
"I've never been so justified in using the "dog loose" clause for skipping a house! I was on a walking loop when I came to an abandoned house. All it ever gets is junk mail. There was a dog running loose. A dog I've never seen before. I didn't feel safe, so I skipped that house, and the five past it that were left on the loop. When I drove back by there, THREE DOGS were running around in the yard, and one of them had BLOOD all over its neck! Good thing I skipped that area!"
Sometimes, you just gotta go with your gut.
I'll bet at least one was a Pitbull.ReplyDelete
Sunday? What does he do on Sunday? The PO is closed around here on Sundays.
I tend to agree on your Pitbull hypothesis. They can't help doing what they were bred to do.Delete
Sunday is PACKAGES! Supposed to be ONLY packages, but The Pony said lately some carriers have also been delivering mail that didn't get done on Saturday. A lot of offices have been doing Sundays for a while, but it only started here while The Pony was off with a broken ankle. I think it has something to do with Amazon.
The Pony was wise. I always go with my gut. I'm wondering about the poor dogs now though. Have they been abandoned there? Is it a secret dog-fight place where people with more dollars than sense actually place bets on which dog will kill the others?ReplyDelete
I am not familiar with all the Backroads neighborhoods. I'm guessing that the dogs got loose from their yards or got off their chains. Dogs can't run free in town.Delete
In fact, there was a controversy over one guy's dog who kept getting out, and the mail wasn't getting delivered, and the USPS built a set of lock boxes for TWO STREETS, on the sidewalk by the dead mouse smelling post office.
I haven't heard of any dog-fighting rings around this area. Other crimes are more popular.
The Pony should carry either Mace or dog treats! I am rarely afraid of dogs, knowing that I am an alpha and act accordingly, but I have encountered a few in my life and they were not pit bulls, but chihuahuas! They are vicious little beings!ReplyDelete
I'm not sure if Mace is allowed. In training, they were told to protect themselves by putting their mail pouch between their body and the dog. Mail pouches used to be sturdy leather, but now they're just nylon! With dog treats, I'm afraid the dogs would start to follow The Pony.Delete
The ex-ex-mayor used to be a meter-reader for the electric company. THEY carried baseball bats! No foolin' around with the meter-reader!
I have heard that about chihuahuas. Also about dachshunds! Jack is the most aggressive of our dogs. He has nipped two men on the ankle from behind. His tiny mouth couldn't break the skin. Juno barks, but will slink away. Copper Jack barks, and will follow at a distance, continuing to bark. He looks the most menacing, and is the one who scares away the UPS man.
I remember the meter reader when we lived in Albany, Ga in the 80's. He was a tiny black man with huge eyes that nearly ppped out of his skull the first time he encountered our St. Bernard. St. Nicholas (kids named him) was a gentle giant and nothing to be afraid of. Howard, the mean duck chased that poor man down the alley, though. The little man screamed like a girl!!Delete
A couple years ago our UPS driver was a large black man who did his best to deliver per our instructions. I met him coming out the driveway as I came home, and he was wild-eyed and nervous.Delete
"I put your package in the garage like your sign said, but I want you to know, THERE'S SOMETHING IN THERE! I saw its eyes glowing!"
I imagine it was just our tuxedo cat Stockings, who had probably used the cat door to go INSIDE to poop beside T-Hoe. He was too fat to jump up in the rafters like our previous cats, or that would have REALLY scared the UPS guy.