Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts

Friday, October 2, 2009

The mail comes twice. It comes in the afternoon between 11 and 1 and it also comes after everyone leaves. In the morning when I walk in there's usually a mail bin with less than a dozen or so letters tucked neatly behind the door or under the front desk coutner.

Today when I walked in there was a bin with the following note:

There is no MAIL today, Empty P.O. Box.
it happens once in while. Thanks.
- Postal Express

I wish I could tell Postal Express that I really wasn't upset. I don't really care. Why even leave a bin?

I'm half tempted to leave a bin with a note for Postal Express that says,

Thank you kindly for the note. Currently in the 2nd Stage of Grief: Anger.

Cordially Yours,
Front Desk



-Aaron