Moronic Mailman
November 27th, 2007 - 5:30 pm
When Lin got home, he brought in the mail. In the mailbox he found our new voter registration cards. He also found the voter registration cards for about ten of our neighbors. Not kidding. He’s off delivery them to their proper owners now, but I wish he would have given me a nanosecond to take a photo to send to the county clerk and post master. Now I’ll email them about it, and the mailman just has to say I am on crack. Always get proof.
I could understand one card stuck to another and not being noticed, but this was a stack of cards with differing addresses and weren’t at all stuck together. A stack … of voter registration cards … flying around in our mailbox.
Now I am beginning to wonder what things I was supposed to get in the mail and didn’t because the moron in the mail truck can’t be bothered to properly deliver something important like a government document to the right address.
Really, really wish Lin hadn’t run off so quickly with them. I would have taken them right back to the main post office and bitched about it … and made the stupid mailman try again to get them to the right houses, hopefully after getting chewed out by his boss. Now, I have no proof at all of his stupidity. I guess I’ll just have to write some really tasty emails to complain, but it isn’t nearly as fun as doing it in person or at least having photographic proof of the STACK of cards he tossed into one mailbox.
Good thing we are responsible citizens and not the kind to, you know, use them for nefarious purposes isn’t it?
And, of course, we got Herminia’s card as well, because as far as the universe knows, she and her family are STILL living at this address, because they keep telling government offices that they do, and there isn’t anything more I can do about it. I have written, complained, sent stuff back with explanatory notes. No one cares, so I guess I shouldn’t either. Let’s hope they never miss any of that important mail, because I stopped sending back to the post office two years ago. Now it goes straight into the trash, unless it looks interesting. Sure, maybe that’s against the law, but the crap is addressed to my home, now isn’t it? Why, yes … yes it is.
I was crabby before Lin pointed out the ignorance and sloth of the mailman. Now I am really, really grumpy. 
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3 Responses to “Moronic Mailman”
I had 4 of them in my mailbox today, and none of them were mine.
Well, the Postal Service is a non-publicly traded, for profit, federally chartered monopoly of an essential utility. Its executives pay themselves multi-millions in annual incentive bonuses. They can hire whomever they want, pay whatever they want and basically ignore any complaints of bad service resulting from their stewardship. They have every incentive to cut corners, even as they go whining to Congress for rate increases every year. It’s a classic example of how privatization works, in that gains in efficiency accrue mainly to their bank accounts and only marginally to your satisfaction.
My dad was a mailman for a while when he got out of the service. Lots of the guys he worked with were also vets. They took pride in not messing up the mail, and my god … they walked … carrying heavy bags … in all kind of weather. Of course, that was back when it was a fully government run operation, and you had to have a few brain cells to get the job. We get a new mailman every 3-6 months, and they just keep getting worse.
Maybe being angry about the crappy mail service is what inspired someone to jump the fence at the big post office on our side of town the other night to crack the windshields of 50 mail trucks.
Which reminds me, I need to go buy some of their stupid “forever” stamps before they decide to increase the price of a stamp yet again. They are about due to start whining about how they need another penny or two.