Our mailbox is out by the street. The mail is delivered by a mail truck. Our mail carrier is usually an African-American lady who, when I see her, is very congenial. I don’t know if I would be if I had to drive up and down streets in a truck with an open door, stopping every few houses to get out and deliver a package to the door, many times of an empty house, having to bring it back to the truck and write a note to the house’s occupant that they missed the delivery of their package.
Over the years, our mail has become less and less, and because I order few things online for home delivery, we seldom get those packages or the notices of their delivery. Today’s mail, like so much of it any more, was all requesting me to part with my money–a JJill catalog, two offers for credit cards, and a request for a donation to a worthy cause. Some days we get no mail at all. The mail carrier just zips right by our box. Unless, of course, I have put mail in the box, and raised the red flag.
We are warned, again and again, to not put outgoing mail in our home mailbox. Too many identity thieves in Fresno. One more thing we are famous for that we would rather not be. I rarely send a check to anyone, but when I do, I usually deposit the envelope in a post office mailbox. But greeting cards, of which I send a pretty steady supply to friends and family, are put in our mailbox. This week I put two get-well cards, a birthday card, and a thank you note in our mailbox.
Many of our neighbors have put in those locking mailboxes so that no one can steal their incoming mail. We still have the old fashioned type that looks like a quonset hut.
Most of our bills are delivered online. As are our bank statements and reports on our pensions. One of us is usually home in the late afternoon when the mail carrier comes by, and we can pick up our mail immediately. I often wave at neighbors who are doing the same thing.
Do you get much mail any more?