Did you ever take a quick glance at something as you’re driving and get completely freaked out? This guy was laid out in front of a bar and for a moment he looked headless. I backed up just enough to see his hair sticking out of the collar. Cancel the 911 call.
I pulled up to the apartment complex and took out the mail that I was about to place in the boxes. There weren’t many people around when I got there but suddenly I heard a loud intermittent buzzing sound accompanied by flashing lights throughout the building. It was obvious that someone had set off the fire alarm. I could hear the apartment doors opening and voices shouting “What’s happening? is there a fire?” A crowd started forming and quickly moved to the office area next to the mailboxes I was filling with mail. The fire truck showed up with it’s siren blaring. I put the mail in the boxes as quickly as I could but was unable to escape the utter chaos forming around me.
A man who I assume was the building superintendent began questioning the crowd as to who set off the alarm. The fire chief was informing him that there would be a fine due to the false alarm. This only served to anger the superintendent. He told the crowd that the pool area would be closed until the guilty party was turned in. This comment infuriated the crowd which intern began calling the superintendent names. I finally finished delivering the mail and loaded the equipment into my truck. As I pulled away, I looked back to see the crowd, superintendent and fire chief yelling as the fire alarm continued to sound and the fire truck lights and alarm lights fired off.
All in a matter of fifteen minutes. I just wondered how the next six and a half hours of the day would go.
Driving with the lights on is supposed to help you see the road, see the mail, see the dogs and make you feel more secure. Unfortunately, driving with all lights on while in the hood makes me feel like a worm at the end of a bright lure.
It was almost dark when I got tho the station and was asked to go back out to help deliver another route. I grabbed the mail and proceeded to the address given. It was an apartment complex in a shady part of town. As I approached the building, I could see the blue lights of several police cars that had just responded to a domestic disturbance call. As they pulled away, I noticed that the lights in the complex were not on. It seemed that someone had forgotten to change the timer on the lights. During summer it doesn’t get dark till about 9 pm but it’s now getting dark at 7 pm.
I reached the Mailboxes and found the area was completely dark. I couldn’t read the mail or the name and numbers on the mailboxes. It’s a good thing I carry a flashlight. I placed the light in my top shirt pocket and aimed it at the ceiling. This allowed me just enough light to get the job done. I could hear the tenants walking along the hallways. I could smell the weed that they were smoking as they took advantage of the dark. Luckily, they didn’t notice me and I was able to finish and get out of there quickly. Once finished I snapped this picture in order to share this little experience with my coworkers. Sometimes you have to see it to believe it.
It never fails. I’ve told my customers a thousand times that mail has to be picked up at least once a week. I’ve explained that after mail sits in a mailbox for a couple of weeks, I’m supposed to start returning mail to sender. I had given this gentleman an entire month before finally considering his box vacant.
Today he casually walks over to me and asks if he has any mail in his box. He laughs as he mentions the fact that he “never hits his box and probably never gets anything anyway.
I think back to the mail I retrieved yesterday. The advertisements, the bills, the postcards and even a couple of checks. He asks me again if there was anything in his box and as I looked at him and politely smiled. I said “no”.
I hope the website is better maintained than the grounds.