Yes it's actually a tales from the mailbag. I was reading over my old posts and everyone seemed to like my stuff from before. And against better thought...here I go again. Obviously this isn't GK worthy but I hope to be okay.
Why aren't you my regular?
Why? Why? Because I don't like you...because she wants a day off...because...because your mean that you'll start to offer food and then take it away when you see I'm not her. It looked yummy too... *snifs* Meanies...
YOUR LATE!
Yes...yes i am, and? Is it dark out? Is it the next day? Did you really need that particular flyer right this very second? NO? Then stfu.
Bitter? Me? Never....
It burns...oh god does it burn...
Customer ordered a very caustic cleaning solution for his boat. It first came through fed-ex with one of the bottles busted and eating through the other one. Company sent out a new batch after getting pictures. This time they used ups, that driver had to be off work and get his hand bandaged because the bottle was smashed and leaking through the box. So now it's our turn...bottle once again gets smashed up and I'm given a red palm from the leaking stuff. Customer was awesome, let me wash my hands, gave me some burn ointment, and called the company. Company blames all three delivery people for the breaking of the bottles. Not the fact that the boxes were way too big with NO padding in them. And what do we say about common denominators?
Where is my free phone?
For the past MONTH we've been hearing from this lady. Every morning asking about her free phone. Every month bitching out who ever carries her mail that day on how she should have had her phone. We were starting to argue who got to carry that piece of the route until it happened, she went away for a vacation. Yay right? No...the first day she's gone... the phone came in.
READ MY MIND
Um...no. Sorry my license to read minds has lapsed and I have to take the test again and they only offer that once every 1000 years. And theres all this red tape and yea...sorry just can't do it.
SC: Where is my mail? I haven't been getting anything?
ME: (What the hell? Isn't this place vacant?) And you live where?
SC: *Vacant address* I just moved in.
Me: OH! Well when did you turn in a change of address form?
SC: Didn't you hear me? Do you not listen? I just moved.
Me: Um...yea.
You turned in a change of address form with your old carrier or address right?
SC: Well why the hell do I have to do that? Just deliver my mail.
Me: *blinking, blank faced* Mam, how would we know you moved if you never turned in a change form?
SC: I jus' told you. Gawd, I'm just going to talk to you boss. Just acting so stupid... *wanders away muttering*
Me:

Bye?
YOUR BEING RACIAL
...cause you can't pull mail out of your rear for me...
Lady comes to me early in the route and wants her mail. No ID, no offer of a address, not even a offer of a name. I completely say No. Have never seen the chick before in my life. She grumbles...groans...finally gives me a name. I stare blankey and make a 'and?' gesture. With a loud sigh I get a number...thats it just a number. Finally after some more sighs I get a full address, "Sorry I won't be there for another couple hours." Grumbling...sighing...stomping away...
Can ya guess what happened enxt? I know you can... Your right I had NO mail for that address. And because I had no mail...
SC: *swings her car into the truck almost taking off my bumper* What the fucking hell do you think your up to? Why the fuck couldn't you just tell me I had no mail.
Me: *sighing and turning off truck and my book on cd*
SC: What you think you can just hold my mail off cause I axed for it? (When ask comes out like axed it ALWAYS irks me...)
Me: I can't hold mail I don't have.
SC: Well your just being racial. I want you bosses name.
Me: *laughing LOUDLY* I'm being racial? I AM BEING RACIAL? *laughing louder*
SC: *looking pissed* I know you just have something against me cause I'm black.
Me: And I know you just have something against me cause I'm white.
SC: Thats not what racial means.
Me: Then what does it mean? *holding out phone where a ringing suddenly sounds in the air*
SC: Wha...what are you doing?
Me: You wanted to complain to my boss right?
SC: *looking pale* Bitch I'm going down there to complain in person.
Me: K...bye.
Boss: So...can I say hello now?
Me: HI BOSS! *overly cheerful* I did it again...
Boss: Address? *gives address* Name? *gives name* I'll watch for her. Don't be out to late.
Seriously, you want me to waste time looking for mail when I DON'T KNOW YOU, and then get pissed because I had none. Where is that logic? Where? I wanna see it.
Okay...need din din...might post more. We'll see.
Why aren't you my regular?
Why? Why? Because I don't like you...because she wants a day off...because...because your mean that you'll start to offer food and then take it away when you see I'm not her. It looked yummy too... *snifs* Meanies...
YOUR LATE!
Yes...yes i am, and? Is it dark out? Is it the next day? Did you really need that particular flyer right this very second? NO? Then stfu.
Bitter? Me? Never....
It burns...oh god does it burn...
Customer ordered a very caustic cleaning solution for his boat. It first came through fed-ex with one of the bottles busted and eating through the other one. Company sent out a new batch after getting pictures. This time they used ups, that driver had to be off work and get his hand bandaged because the bottle was smashed and leaking through the box. So now it's our turn...bottle once again gets smashed up and I'm given a red palm from the leaking stuff. Customer was awesome, let me wash my hands, gave me some burn ointment, and called the company. Company blames all three delivery people for the breaking of the bottles. Not the fact that the boxes were way too big with NO padding in them. And what do we say about common denominators?
Where is my free phone?
For the past MONTH we've been hearing from this lady. Every morning asking about her free phone. Every month bitching out who ever carries her mail that day on how she should have had her phone. We were starting to argue who got to carry that piece of the route until it happened, she went away for a vacation. Yay right? No...the first day she's gone... the phone came in.

READ MY MIND
Um...no. Sorry my license to read minds has lapsed and I have to take the test again and they only offer that once every 1000 years. And theres all this red tape and yea...sorry just can't do it.
SC: Where is my mail? I haven't been getting anything?
ME: (What the hell? Isn't this place vacant?) And you live where?
SC: *Vacant address* I just moved in.
Me: OH! Well when did you turn in a change of address form?
SC: Didn't you hear me? Do you not listen? I just moved.
Me: Um...yea.

SC: Well why the hell do I have to do that? Just deliver my mail.
Me: *blinking, blank faced* Mam, how would we know you moved if you never turned in a change form?
SC: I jus' told you. Gawd, I'm just going to talk to you boss. Just acting so stupid... *wanders away muttering*
Me:



YOUR BEING RACIAL
...cause you can't pull mail out of your rear for me...
Lady comes to me early in the route and wants her mail. No ID, no offer of a address, not even a offer of a name. I completely say No. Have never seen the chick before in my life. She grumbles...groans...finally gives me a name. I stare blankey and make a 'and?' gesture. With a loud sigh I get a number...thats it just a number. Finally after some more sighs I get a full address, "Sorry I won't be there for another couple hours." Grumbling...sighing...stomping away...
Can ya guess what happened enxt? I know you can... Your right I had NO mail for that address. And because I had no mail...
SC: *swings her car into the truck almost taking off my bumper* What the fucking hell do you think your up to? Why the fuck couldn't you just tell me I had no mail.
Me: *sighing and turning off truck and my book on cd*
SC: What you think you can just hold my mail off cause I axed for it? (When ask comes out like axed it ALWAYS irks me...)
Me: I can't hold mail I don't have.
SC: Well your just being racial. I want you bosses name.
Me: *laughing LOUDLY* I'm being racial? I AM BEING RACIAL? *laughing louder*
SC: *looking pissed* I know you just have something against me cause I'm black.
Me: And I know you just have something against me cause I'm white.
SC: Thats not what racial means.
Me: Then what does it mean? *holding out phone where a ringing suddenly sounds in the air*
SC: Wha...what are you doing?
Me: You wanted to complain to my boss right?
SC: *looking pale* Bitch I'm going down there to complain in person.
Me: K...bye.
Boss: So...can I say hello now?
Me: HI BOSS! *overly cheerful* I did it again...
Boss: Address? *gives address* Name? *gives name* I'll watch for her. Don't be out to late.
Seriously, you want me to waste time looking for mail when I DON'T KNOW YOU, and then get pissed because I had none. Where is that logic? Where? I wanna see it.
Okay...need din din...might post more. We'll see.
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