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Yesterday I had my puppy out in the pouring rain trying to coax him to stay under the umbrella and go potty. About the time I was ready to give up, my mailman pulled up in my drive-way, in plain sight of me, and starting blowing his horn. This is his method of choice to let me know I have a package or anything requiring signature. Let me take a moment to say this mailman is a real piece of work. Not only does he sit in my drive-way and blow his horn to get my attention, but if we aren't home and I have a package he leaves in on my uncovered back porch (no matter the weather) with letters and other mail ON TOP of the package. A lot of my mail and several packages have been ruined because of his carelessness. We even have a covered front porch, but he doesn't want to walk up the 10 steps to get to it, I guess. Also, he smokes in his car so most of my stuff reeks of smoke. UGH! I have called and complained numerous times to no avail. We've requested no package deliveries when we aren't home, but that didn't work either. It's just a pain.

 

Back to yesterday, he pulled up, and I knew he could see me, but he blew his horn anyway. So I picked up the dog and started towards his car with the umbrella in my other hand. It was muddy, I didn't have on good shoes, it was raining, I was irritated...I fell. Flat on my butt. I managed to hang on to the dog, but the umbrella went flying. I was about 6-7 feet from the mailman's car. I gathered myself together, got the umbrella and headed over to his car. He said, "Are you all right?" I said, "Yes!" grabbed my package and went in the house. I'm pissed to be honest. It hurt my pride to bust my butt in front of someone and then have to walk back up to my house (a short distance) with mud all over me. My feelings were hurt that he didn't even as much as open his car door to see if I needed help. BTW, before someone suggests it, he has no disabilities that prevent him from at least stepping out of his car to check on me. I wasn't expecting him to lift my fat butt off the ground or anything. I have a bad neck (bulging discs in C3-C6) and so my neck along with my hips, lower back, and tail bone are killing me. I'm walking around like an elderly person.

 

I just needed to vent. I need someone to poo poo me and tell me he is a butthead and I am a princess. My husband did, but I wanted to hear it from you all. I am a goofball. :lol:

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Dear Princess Nakia,

The mailman called and confessed his butt-headedness to me.

 

Love,

~Cyndi

 

P.S. Your thread could be considered offensive and hurtful to those people who do not have mailpersons. I believe that sensitivity is called for here. Do not go around flaunting your hot kilt-covered mailperson!

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Aww, you poor princess. Want me to go slay the nasty mail dragon for you?

 

Why, yes I do!

 

there there...he is a butthead and you are a princess

 

Pooh pooh, he's a butthead and you're a princess goofball.

 

Feel better?

 

Thank you both. :D

 

Dear Princess Nakia,

The mailman called and confessed his butt-headedness to me.

 

Love,

~Cyndi

 

P.S. Your thread could be considered offensive and hurtful to those people who do not have mailpersons. I believe that sensitivity is called for here. Do not go around flaunting your hot kilt-covered mailperson!

 

Believe me, this dude could be the poster child for who should not wear a kilt. :tongue_smilie:

 

I'm sorry you have such a lousy mailman..I would have totally got out and helped you all the way back in the house

 

Thank you. :001_smile:

 

See? Princesses do fall:

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;)

 

Sorry you're hurting, Princess. (It seems weird to call you that because I do, in reality, have an aunt named "Princess".) And, I agree, that the postman is a

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:lol:

 

Puppy and Princess, any gentleman would have taken the package and escorted you to your door!

 

That's what my husband said. What a booger!

 

He is a butthead, you are a princess, and we all ADORE you here!!!

 

I don't know about "all", but thank you!! :D

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Alex would have gotten out of the truck for you. Alex would have carried you and the dog into the house, and then gone and chewed out the postal worker for not helping. The postal carrier would no longer deliver packages to your back porch. Alex would do that for you, just because you are a princess. :D

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My mailman ticks me off, too. Doesn't seem quite as bad as yours, though. Hopefully yours will retire or something and you'll get an awesome one next.

 

I will personally throw him a party if he will retire. :glare:

 

Alex would have gotten out of the truck for you. Alex would have carried you and the dog into the house, and then gone and chewed out the postal worker for not helping. The postal carrier would no longer deliver packages to your back porch. Alex would do that for you, just because you are a princess. :D

 

This is all true. I think I just need to call him. I am his princess. :001_wub:

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Cameron will be appalled when I tell him this, and will want to go slay butt-headed mailman for Princess Nakia.

 

By the way, we must have the same mailman. Drives me batty.

 

Cameron can't stand things like that. He saw a pretty serious car wreck yesterday, stopped, and ran across two lanes of traffic to see if he could help. NO ONE else stopped in the 15 minutes it took help to get there. It was an elderly couple and he held the woman's hand until the ambulance came. He ranted on and on last night about no one stopping to help.

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Our mailman that we had for years before he retired would come to the door, open it, holler for me, holler for dh, holler for the kids, avoid the heeler dog and then come in and put stuff on the kitchen table!! We know his mom, his wife, his children and his grandchildren. He gave my big city mom a heart attack one day when he walked in with a package.

 

Our mailman now has great potential. He's a kid in our eyes, but we know his parents and his children too. He knows that we know where he lives. 8)

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Our mailman that we had for years before he retired would come to the door, open it, holler for me, holler for dh, holler for the kids, avoid the heeler dog and then come in and put stuff on the kitchen table!! We know his mom, his wife, his children and his grandchildren. He gave my big city mom a heart attack one day when he walked in with a package.

 

Our mailman now has great potential. He's a kid in our eyes, but we know his parents and his children too. He knows that we know where he lives. 8)

 

I want to live in a place like THAT. Seriously.

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Thank you all. I'm still really sore! But I feel better knowing you all think I'm a princess. :D

 

Cameron will be appalled when I tell him this, and will want to go slay butt-headed mailman for Princess Nakia.

 

By the way, we must have the same mailman. Drives me batty.

 

Cameron can't stand things like that. He saw a pretty serious car wreck yesterday, stopped, and ran across two lanes of traffic to see if he could help. NO ONE else stopped in the 15 minutes it took help to get there. It was an elderly couple and he held the woman's hand until the ambulance came. He ranted on and on last night about no one stopping to help.

 

I just love Cameron! That's the kind of man I want my girls to marry! Too bad they are too young for him, lol.

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