Daddysredhead
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Joined: 11/6/2005 From: Northern (yet still part of the South) Virginia Status: offline
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I hate it when, earlier this afternoon, I was parked near the mailbox area in my subdivision, not in front of or blocking them, and the "loaner-mailman" pulls up and blasts his horn at me. I looked in the rearview mirror and glared at him, and just barely pulled up - less than a foot, and turned off my car. I was rifling through the mail and noticed that I had a bunch of crap for a different address mixed in with my mail. I got outta the car, walked back to him (dumbass was sporting a goofy smile, I'm sure he thought I was going to apologize for being parked there when he pulled up - boy was he wrong), and handed him the wrong mail. He thanked me and I said, "So, did that 6 inches do anything for you there? I mean, what's the deal with you laying on your horn like that? What was your point really?" He looked stunned and said, "Well I needed to get close." I pointed all around our cars and said, "Your mail truck is half the size of my van. You can't manuever that thing into a parking area that's 50-60 feet long by 40 feet wide? What the hell is wrong with you?" He kinda of stammered, and I cut him off and said, "Dayum, I could understand if you were a girl - then 6 inches might mean something to you if you really needed it." He looked like I had just kicked him in his non-existent balls and asked if the people on the mail no longer lived there. I said, "Well, that's not my address, which means you put it in the wrong mailbox. You figure it out, skippy." He just looked at the letters and said, "Yes, Ma'am." Dumbass
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