Gottdam USPS.
Some criminal asshole broke the main lock on our community mailbox in early February, so everybody on our side of the street has had to pick up their mail at the post office station which is a 24 mile round trip.
We have been driving over there once week to pick up our bundled snailmail….sometimes the place is crowded and have to wait.
They have obviously been trashing most of the junk mail, which is fine with me.
However, today we realized we have missed receiving some important automobile insurance documents.
That pisses me off as much as having to do the weekly round trip runs to the post office for 8 months (30+ trips). And no, the PO is not anywhere close to our usual shopping venues, so it has to be a special effort to go there.
They claim to have put in work orders 2 or 3 times to get the lock fixed so the carrier can resume placing our daily mail in our boxes.
No telling what other important financial & government paperwork or personal mail has been lost because of the USPS incompetence.
Guess I’ll start harassing the administrators of that station to get their slow asses in gear and get the box lock fixed.
(our section is in the center - the others are undamaged)
Cross-posting…..
TEXTING FOR SENIORS
BFF - best friend fell
BTW - bring the wheelchair
TTYL - talk to you louder
BYOT - bring your own teeth
LMDO - laughing my dentures out
FWIW - forgot where I was
IMHAO - is my hearing aid on?
OMMR - on my massage recliner
ROFLACGU - rolling on the floor laughing and can’t get up
TEXTING FOR SENIORS
BFF - best friend fell
BTW - bring the wheelchair
TTYL - talk to you louder
BYOT - bring your own teeth
LMDO - laughing my dentures out
FWIW - forgot where I was
IMHAO - is my hearing aid on?
OMMR - on my massage recliner
ROFLACGU - rolling on the floor laughing and can’t get up
Mrs. Brat grew up in her grandpa’s house in Taylor 1949-63.
It has the big upstairs sleeping porch in front, and a smaller one in back.
Everybody in three generations of her family slept out on those screened in porches 95% of the time.
After we married in 1967, I slept out on the front one several times when we visited. It was an ok experience except for the noise from the train yard a quarter mile away in the early morning hours when trains were being assembled.
Her grandpa, a prominent builder, built that big house in 1910.