tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post303096251942983650..comments2024-03-28T22:42:50.909-05:00Comments on Unbagging the Cats: More Mail Tomfoolery and ShenanigansValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-14146971040097513992016-07-13T12:48:01.311-05:002016-07-13T12:48:01.311-05:00When I get the wrong mail, I take it to the mailbo...When I get the wrong mail, I take it to the mailbox when I go to town. I figure that mailman can just do his job all over again until he gets it right.<br /><br />I used to ask Hick to figure out which neighbor it belonged to, but that meant he had to drive around knocking on doors. It's not like we can just poke it in the mailbox beside ours. We have 10 or 12 on that row, and some are missing their address numbers because ne'er-do-wells bash the mailboxes. So the doors are either missing, or the box is replaced and not marked yet.<br /><br />Still, even a substitute mailman should know that numbers on the mail should match, no matter which box he shoves it in.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-85024518762787379532016-07-13T08:03:44.068-05:002016-07-13T08:03:44.068-05:00You sure captured male shenanigans! Sorry about yo...You sure captured male shenanigans! Sorry about your phone. Our male mail man needs reading glasses. He can't seem to distinguish our address form our neighbor's. I read an entire AARP magazine wondering why they personalized the message: Hi Jesse. As I dropped crumbs all over Sally Field's face it dawned on me. Jesse was our new neighbor. Sure enough, right book, wrong address. Linda O'Connellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15982895073903619018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-83420507711385187472016-07-11T22:03:04.125-05:002016-07-11T22:03:04.125-05:00I think, perhaps, what you meant to say, was that ...I think, perhaps, what you meant to say, was that I am THE SH!T.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-61032960971842467962016-07-11T21:29:40.291-05:002016-07-11T21:29:40.291-05:00I have a friend who works at Sprint...you are all ...I have a friend who works at Sprint...you are all the buzz.joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-60730785811863717352016-07-11T21:20:58.946-05:002016-07-11T21:20:58.946-05:00I have no doubts that you are correct, sir.I have no doubts that you are correct, sir.Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-48416213183717939132016-07-11T21:20:23.644-05:002016-07-11T21:20:23.644-05:00That is MUD. Unless it's feces. But I DID have...That is MUD. Unless it's feces. But I DID have a People magazine show up a day late with cookie crumbs in the crease. Not here, though. At my second school town, where I walked through the drive-thru lane at the bank.<br /><br />Here's my top secret fancy tech blur-out method: I told The Pony to lay the opaque lid of a Great Value Cherry Limeade Sugar Free Drink Mix on top of the address. SWEET, huh, that sugar-free lid!<br /><br />People here at 8:00 would have to sit on the front porch pew and pet Juno and Jack until I rolled out of bed (usually by 9:00). NO DISCOUNTS!Valhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13025832536749983018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-62183635446910122472016-07-11T18:49:08.592-05:002016-07-11T18:49:08.592-05:00I doubt you'll see any improvement anytime soo...I doubt you'll see any improvement anytime soon.stephen Hayeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17659054447637207734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937038870722238271.post-10663674206299853752016-07-11T17:19:36.854-05:002016-07-11T17:19:36.854-05:00Is that mud/dirt, or is it food? I can't tell ...Is that mud/dirt, or is it food? I can't tell from the photo.<br /><br />And how did you blur out your address? What kind of fancy tech stuff do you have up your sleeve? If you broadcast your address, you might have swarms of people at your house at 8 every morning, to take your tour. (Don't you charge a smaller fee for the early birds?)Sioux Roslawskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924021828536277618noreply@blogger.com