It looks like I need to go to our main neighborhood post office and complain about our postal person. I hate to do it, because this one is so much better than most of the ones we have had, but he’s been doing one thing that really has begun to annoy the hell out of me and has now completely inconvenienced me.

He doesn’t even try to deliver certified mail. Nope. Doesn’t come to the door at all. Doesn’t even get out of his truck. Just sticks the little notice in the mailbox saying he “tried” to deliver it and we weren’t home, so now we have to go get it at the post office. Every … single … time.

Of course, it’s entirely possible that one of those times (or more) I actually wasn’t home, but today not only was I at home, I heard him pass by and deliver the mail, which means I would obviously been able to hear someone knocking on the door too. But I didn’t hear anyone knocking on the door, because the mailman sped on by without bothering to try delivering the certified letter we should have received today. In fact, as quickly as he was cruising down our street dropping off mail in mailboxes, it seems to me he had written the little slip out well before he even got to our street … because he knew full well he wasn’t going to get out of his truck to do his job.

Well, since I have to go to the post office now anyway –to get the letter he just couldn’t get out of his truck to deliver– I might as well complain about this behavior. It’s entirely possible I would have never gotten up the motivation to go complain about any of the other annoying things he does, but alas, he has now forced me to go to the post office, so while I’m there, I might as well kill two birds with one stone and gripe about how badly he sucks at his job.