It is no secret around here I loved my mail man at our old house. In fact my husband thinks our 4 year old son looks suspiciously like the mailman. But that is just silly, our son is much shorter than he is.
Mr. Mailman is super hot and really nice and I felt like I spent more time with him than my husband. I saw the guy just about everyday (Sundays were a sad day for me) and it was usually the highlight of my 3:00 hour. He put up with a ton. I never had my mail ready when he got there. I would have to hunt under the couch for stamps, look in drawer after drawer for a pen to address things and check in about 12 places to find a return address label. Believe it or not these were not tactics to keep him around longer, I am just that unorganized when it comes to my mail. Half the time I asked him to go deliver everyone eles's mail and then come back to me so I would have my stuff ready for him. The guy had to think I am a fool, but he smiled and couldn't be nicer about it all.
Our new mailman is nice but I don't even know his name. My old mailman told me who my new mailman was going to be when I told him we were moving. I remember his nickname has something to do with crazy - something like lunatic Larry. Instead of walking he drives his little mail truck to each house - and I don't blame him, it is 363 degrees here right now and the houses have much larger lawns in between them but I am just not getting the same vibe as I did from my old dude.
I should probably be nicer and get to know him like I did my last guy. I should probably offer him a drink on the hot days - but I think I would feel like I was cheating on old mailman. Maybe I will test him this week and ask him to come back for my stuff and see how he handles it. Then I can determine if he is worthy of Christmas cookies.
3 days ago