The weather has been heating up, making for better working conditions on The Pony's mail route. In fact, it's been a little warmer than he prefers. Still, walking around in the sunshine is better than traipsing through wind and rain and snow and ice.
I was still in town Tuesday evening when The Pony sent a text:
"Off work and roasting in my own skin now."
"I know! I'm frying at 10Box."
"My head hurts too! Lemme know when you're home and I'll tell you why - it's just a weird story, not me getting hurt."
Well. My heart descended from my throat upon reading the end of that text. When I got home, I called The Pony to find out about his head "injury."
"Oh, you didn't have to call. I'll send you a picture."
"A customer left this for me today."
"It's a sticker and a crocheted heart. It must have been soaked with perfume, or the person who made it wears a lot of perfume. The smell permeated the whole truck while I finished my route. That's what gave me the headache, since I can't deal with perfume or cologne. It was weird, but a nice thought."
Yes. I'm sure you all have horror stories about mail delivery. I can't figure out why my phone bill is mailed on the first of the month, and I get it on the 12th, with it due on the 22nd. I'm pretty sure it's a processing issue with the phone company, and some of the larger mailing hubs. I also know there are some bad apples in every type of job, ne'er-do-wells and don't-care-to-do-wells. But most of the carriers and clerks actually try to do their best for the customers.
A little sign of appreciation can make their day.
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