·         May 1….our community mailbox (for 7 homes) is knocked over

·         May 2…Mail service ceases

·         May 7…The post office advises us that mail service has ceased till box is fixed

·         May 9..Begin picking up our mail at the post office, no news on repair of box

·         May 10…Post Office thinks we own the box and won’t fix it

·         May 14…Scrounge around my files and find 20 year old documentation proving the box belongs to post office

·         May 15….The post office is presented with the documentation which they acknowledge

·         May 16…A repair work order is issued by post office

·         May 17…After constant bitching by the 7 residents, post office resumes delivery to individual homes dropping it on the porch in an open cardboard box. Accurate mail sorting remains an issue.

·         June 6…Today, 37 days later, no mailbox and no idea when it will be back.

·         I now actually hate the post office and am in the process of converting to on-line bill paying. See ya Mr. Postman.

Neither rain nor sleet nor snow

My Ass

Please forgive me if I sound crass

The simple act of delivering mail

That I once joked at being snail

With safe arrival a reasonable bet

Instead we now play postal roulette

It’s just my mortgage what the hell

And my neighbor’s electric bill gee that’s swell

When he misplaced my insurance, I was stunned

But it worked out fine I had his tax refund

Maybe sometime before the post office dissolves

Into the email world that very quickly revolves

I can go to the mailbox and pick up my mail

I’m not holding my breath, I expect them to fail

Copyright © 2012 Patrick Granfors