Yesterday afternoon, between the time my wife went shopping and came home, someone knocked down our mailbox. I'm guessing some moron, probably in a pick-em-up truck, crowded the side of the road to try to avoid the speed bump and got it with his mirror.
Did said moron bother to stop and make some sort of restitution?
Are you on drugs?
Luckily this happened while the stores were still open, and I've been wanting to replace that box and post anyway (it's been mauled six or eight times since Dad put it up back in the '90's -- one time, actually after Dad died, I caught the little fucker and his butt buddy who were going down the street bashing boxes with a ball bat -- so we ran over to Lowe's and got a new Rubbermaid one and I installed it this morning.
Damn good thing the ground hasn't had a chance to freeze yet.
Anyway: Thanks so much to the asshole who didn't even bother to apologize. Here's wishing you early transmission failure stuck in Christmas shopping traffic at Castleton.
Comments (3)
"Here's wishing you early transmission failure stuck in Christmas shopping traffic at Castleton."
Dude! It's just a mailbox! Remind me never to get on your bad side.
Posted by Joanna | December 7, 2009 2:02 PM
Posted on December 7, 2009 14:02
But you would have stopped to apologize.
And yeah, maybe that was a little harsh. But I'd spent time crawling around in the attic the day before and my body was not looking forward to more physical labor.
Posted by Nathan | December 7, 2009 2:07 PM
Posted on December 7, 2009 14:07
Replace it with a brick mailbox. Make 'em pay.
Posted by dick | December 7, 2009 6:04 PM
Posted on December 7, 2009 18:04