Thursday, April 30, 2009

One of Those Days

Did you ever have one of those days? Well of course you have.

Yesterday some of our local workers that we regularly depend upon seem to have it in for us.

First our postman ripped our front screen door off. Sure, the door does stick a little. But you just wiggle it a bit and it opens right up. It's never been a problem . . . until now.

He must have been angry about something. He snapped the wood in the door in the right corner right off, precariously letting the glass inset of the door hang free.

The postman wrapped the mail in a rubber band, dropped it in the mess of the door, and took off.

I didn't really need the extra project. But if someone gives you lemons, go ahead and make lemonade. I always wanted to have an excuse to buy a hand planer. I think I'll try to stop and pick one up this morning so I can shave a little off the bottom of the door so it doesn't stick at all anymore. Pulling the right corner of the door back together might be a little tricky. But I think between some wood glue and a inconspicuous metal plate I can make the door postman proof again.

Our trash collectors are always interesting as well. What goes through their heads sometimes...I just don't know.

We had a big trash day yesterday. We had 14-bags of yard waste, two-bags of regular trash, one empty cardboard box, and an old dirty chair.

The chair required a $5 sticker to be picked up. We had that.

The yard waste bags each required a $1.25 sticker. We also had all of those.

The two-bags of trash and the empty box fell into our weekly stipend of trash allowed.

We worried that they wouldn't pick-up the chair. But there was no problem there.

We worried that maybe they wouldn't grab the 14-bags of yard waste. Nope, no problem there either, they picked it right up.

They left behind the empty cardboard box. It was the easiest, lightest, simplest thing of all to pick-up. And they had to work all around the box to get everything else.

Huh?

Barb called the borough to request that they come back to get it. We were assured that they would.

This morning the box is still out there.

LOL

Ripping off our front door. Leaving our garbage behind. Jeesh.

I know. I know. It's little stupid stuff that we all deal with everyday. All you can do is laugh, buy a planer, and add a new project to the list.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I would probably call the post office to be compensated for the damage to the door. It's not like after all these years the door suddenly changed.