Today I got an email from an unknown entity and the greeting was, “Dear Person:” I guess that’s original. I’ve never been addressed as simply ‘Person’ before. It was sent by some Russian chick. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the intended recipient person, so the email was slightly annoying — and, it would’ve been annoying even if I was the ‘Person’ she was trying to reach. Unless of course I was interested in marrying some chick from Russia.
It’s 20 degrees in the ville and it’s snowed all day long. Forecast you ask? Colder and more snow. I didn’t have a yardstick or any other measuring tool so I could show y’all how much of the white stuff has fallen, but Gracie said she would make an awesome stand-in for a ruler type object. I didn’t see how THAT could work, so she showed me. Here is a vaguely accurate snow measurement:
The snow and cold invigorates the hounds like nothing else can. They slap their paws in front of each other, and then it’s ON. The photo below is similar to a beach bully kicking sand in the face of a defenseless nerd. Only Libby isn’t a nerd. Right after I took the photo, she kicked Gracie’s butt all over the front yard for throwing snow in her face. As soon as they grow tired of the rowdy exercise, they track snow in the house, rub against pant legs, and then fall into a deep sleep.
And the coolest thing happened today — evidence that some people really do get it.
I call the Crothersville Post Office at 4:16 PM EST to see how much longer they would be open. The road here is snow covered, but I still had an important envelope of documents that I needed to mail certified with return receipt ASAP. They closed at 4:00. Closed but still answered the phone. Pretty cool service me thinks. So I explain my situation, and you’re not going to believe the recommendation! “Just put the package in your mailbox with a note and some money, and we’ll pick it up on the mail route tomorrow. We’ll do everything else and drop your change back in the box with your receipt the following day.”
The USPS doesn’t want me to have to get out in the cold or drive in the snow!
Or maybe one small-town Postmaster knows exactly how customers should be treated. Will I do my very best to send future packages USPS instead of FedEx? Of course I will.