THE POSTMAN DOESN'T RING AT ALL

I am awaiting a special package. I bought Changes In The Wind's book BUCKSKIN BESSIE. I cannot wait to read it. I'm pretty sure our rural postal carrier is reading it first. (The book is really not late yet, I'm just too eager.)

We moved here almost two years ago. We rented a P.O. box thinking all our mail would be put in the box. That was the way it was in our previous town, but that was because the rural carrier did not deliver to our address.

Here if the physical address shows anywhere on the package, the carrier is going to grab it up and put it in his pack. Even if the P.O. box is present and even if the 9 digit zip is correct for the P.O. Box. We know he is carrying it around for several days before he drops it off. Since we are getting other people's mail in our box, we're pretty sure they have ours for a few days at a time. We will say: "Guess Dave is watching our movies first; wearing our new clothes; trying our medications; reading our magazines."

This fellow is also a dictator. If you complain about anything regarding the U.S. Postal service, he is very quickly in-your-face. Once I was having a polite discussion with the clerk in the post office and suddenly insane postal carrier Dave came charging out of the back giving me all kinds of stories about why something happened that did not even involve him.

He drives a pickup truck and it is very loud. We can hear him coming and we can hear him going. Sometimes he will slow down, as if he is leaving some mail, and then take off with trail a'blazin. I walk all the way out to the mailbox and there is nothing. I'm pretty sure I can see Crazy Dave peeking from behind a tree down the road and laughing at me.

If any of you have seen the movie FUNNY FARM you know what it is to battle a rural postal carrier. It is a no-win situation. The postal carrier has ALL the power.

(My sincere apologies to dedicated rural postal carriers who do their best to serve society in a normal sane manner.)