I like our postman, I really do. However, when I am running late to teach, and I don’t have time for breakfast at home (the joys of having to wait an hour after taking thyroid medicine to eat…) and I have not had any caffeine… the result is an unintended insult to Mr. Postman.
A couple of days ago (I am not going to be more specific, in case the US Postal Service is monitoring blogs for admissions of guilt), I ate an apple on my way to BART (clever readers may now be able to guess where this is going…) Being a law-abiding citizen, I wrapped the apple core in a paper towel and carried it along with me for the rest of my walk to BART and a public trash can. I merrily pranced up the to big blue mailbox, opened the slot, dropped in my paper-wrapped apple core, let the slot shut, then placed both my hands over my mouth in consternation and exclaimed, “Oh no!”
I then proceeded to stare at the mailbox with a frown for a minute while I tried to figure out how to get said apple core out of there. Then I spent another minute trying to decide if I ought to write a note of apology and drop that in there as well, before realizing I was about to miss my train and dashing off, feeling like a brigand. (B claims I just miss SmallHeadedAnimal, and so was trying to enter her world for a bit…)