You forgot to mention the part where Uncle Billy (who never considered himself to be fat – ha!) was very put out when he heard from a neighbor that the irate truck driver was knocking on doors trying to find out where a “fat guy with glasses” lives.

Jimbo

It was like the time years ago that an oil delivery truck being driven by a musclebound Teamster was pumping oil into a neighbors home heating tank on a day where plowed snow covered the rest of the street (Cortland Alley) so that no other cars could pass. Uncle Billy was stuck behind the truck in his car, and was beeping his horn like the world was coming to an end. When the truckdriver ignored Billy and continued pumping, Billy backed his car out of the street, snuck up to the side of the truck and stole the keys out of the truck’s ignition. He threw the keys down the sewer, and came up to my bedroom to peek out the window at the problem he caused, giggling like a monkey the whole time. If that truck driver ever got his hands around Billy’s neck, it would have been murder.

A similar response as to your mail…

And your experience is pretty typical. There is no accountability at the USPS.

Our other neighbor is in a spot of trouble, I’m waiting for the Sheriff’s office to throw them out of their home, so… I’m stuck online.

Good grief I hope we don’t have these issues…