Mail Call

I picked up my mail. Surprisingly, it wasn't stuffed to the rim. I really wish I had a box about twice the size since I manage to get down to the end of my street to pick it up about once a week, if I'm lucky.  Thank goodness all but two of my bills notify me they are due by email. Those two, well...

I once saw my sweet, little Vietnamese mail carrier filling the boxes. As I jogged towards her, I called out, "I think I'm your worst customer."  She looked up and calmly asked, "236?"  OMG!  I had a reputation!

Alas, as you see, it takes more than embarrassment to change my behavior.