On Sunday and every Sunday my mailbox stands quietly in the sun. It is empty but remains a symbol of potential. It is the link between myself and old friends. It is one of the dots connecting a vast network of businesses, utilities and advertisers to my door. It’s how they find me. No matter if I put on a fake mustache and glasses, they get to me. Not sure how, but they do.
They somehow have all agreed to leave me alone on Sunday. Rather nice of them, don’t you think? I get a day off, while they regroup and prepare for the upcoming week. I’m not sure how anyone got them all to agree, but they did. So far no one has stepped across the line or cheated.
I’m wondering what would happen
if I moved my mailbox one foot to the left.
Would that be enough to throw them off?
Would that cause a domino effect?
Not that I’d want to disrupt the entire network of communication, but it
might be fun to try it.
1 comment:
Your mailbox is so proud because it is outstanding in its field.
I told my mail carrier a joke, and he said it was first-class humor.
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