So I have to share what happened at the post office this morning. I walk in and this older gentleman opens his P.O. box, hunches down to peer inside and bellows, "Well good morning, beautiful!" I stopped in my tracks to stare.
Oh my god, another crazy. This town is full of crazies! Though at least he's nice to the mailbox and doesn't beat it like the man who beats the dumpster on the other side of my ravine.
"Well hello, handsome!" replied the mailbox.
Holy shit! It answered him? A talking mailbox! I stood there gaping at the scene before me.
"Good to see you this morning," said the man.
He then reaches his hand into the mailbox and moves his arm up and down as if shaking a hand. And then I saw it, another hand in his mailbox. I leaned forward and saw he was talking to a postal worker, and burst out laughing! The man turned around to see me standing behind him laughing and gave me a funny look, as if what I was doing was strange.
And I realized it kind of was. Why did common sense elude me? Talking mailboxes? But of course I am the girl who would visit her invisible friend in their mailbox and jabber into it. I'm secretly disappointed there was a person on the other side.
