Our mailman will not deliver mail if there is a car parked in front of our mailbox. From a full on frontal park job, to a simple "just a touch over" park job. He drives right on by, with that stupid dumb look on his face (stoned, we think), listening to his stupid headphones. I hate him.

I hate him, too, because last year around tax season, we were patiently waiting for our packet to sign and return to my accountant.

Nothing.

I call her, she resends.

Somewhere in the mix of it all, a woman moving in our street (from across the street in another neighborhood) saw a packet on top of their community mailbox, recognized our name and brought it to us. We just had met the night before. It was likely sitting out for days.

Again, I hate this man.