Our postman drives a van. It is not a government vehicle, but their own. I’m not sure how all that works, considering the price of gas and the general ware and tear on the van. It must work out to be cheaper for the post office or they wouldn’t do it.
Our mailboxes are lined up along the curb, in front of each house. What this means is the driver must sit, not in the driver’s seat, but close to the middle, so they can reach out of the passenger window to deposit the mail into the box. Still, they must have their foot reach the gas and brake.
Add to the uncomfortable position, stopping every few feet at the next mailbox. All day long, day after day.
It would seem this constant repetitive activity would have some long-term effects on the body, not to mention diminished control over the motor vehicle.
And why? People no longer write letters. The cost of postage has seen to that. Email and texting has taken over, so what is so important that the mail gets through? Phone books have disappeared, newspapers have dried up and blown away, catalogs are now electronic, so the Sears catalog is nothing but a heavy memory.
That leaves the Vote
for Me nonsense, and marginal companies mailing out lame advertising to
residents and occupants. Hardly worth
the effort.
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