I just chased the mailman/mail truck two blocks because I had a letter to mail and he picked up the mail at 12:55pm when the scheduled pick-up time is 1pm. I told him this much. Of course he looked at me incredulously. He is right; he is also wrong.
He is right that I AM CRAZY and probably could have let him slide because the letter really didn’t need to go out today that badly. He is wrong on principle because things like mail pickup should be precise. It is perhaps more important than a bus or train being precise. If the bus or train arrives five minutes early and I am there, I board the bus, but with a slight twinge of guilt. If I am three minutes early and I miss that same bus I am pissed as all hell. Seriously, I OVER-react. At least thrice weekly, when I used to catch the bus out of Georgetown, I used to ask the bus driver(s) why they even bother to post the times in the first place. This is ridiculous because anyone who has ever taken any of the 30s buses out of Georgetown knows the key to happiness is to live-and-let-live; it is common knowledge that those buses simply show up whenever. I could not live-and-let-live and that mailman needed to know this much as much as I needed to run 2 blocks to make said point.
“My name is Cecil Craig Jackson and I sweat the small stuff.” “Welcome Cecil.”
AFTERWORD
I just arrived on my 9:30 am to D.C. at 9:50 am; my 9:30 left at 9:51. Life is grand!!!
4 Comments:
there was no rush in getting that money to me, but i appreciate the effort.
haha. seriously, anytime.
Thanks for looking me up while you were in town. oh wait, you didn't.
No worries.
i said d.c. not the back woods of VA. kidding. point well taken.
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