Mail’s Here!
I love checking the mail. In the afternoon, I look forward to walking to the mailbox and opening it up to see what I got. Usually, it’s stacks of coupons for things I’d never buy or ads for things I don’t need–junk. Anything addressed “Resident” automatically goes into the trash.
Sometimes the box is completely empty. Those are bad days. I always stick my hand into the box anyway to make there’s not something in there I didn’t see. The cold metal against my palm is disappointing. No mail for me today.
My arm is long enough to reach it all the way to the back of my box and angle my wrist to reach into one the boxes around mine. I could ignore the fact that the mail isn’t addressed to me and happily read it. I love the feeling of opening an envelop. While stealing someone else’s mail would lessen the disappointment of finding my own box empty, the jail time I could serve would dampen it just a bit. I think that’s a federal offense. Though I’ve considered it, I never would because I’m completely law abiding.
When I stick my hand into that box and feel envelop, excitement fills my heart. Even if it’s my car payment, it’s something special for me and that makes me feel good. Email is good too, but you can’t hold it in your hand. Nothing beats mail, letters, cards, even bills. I’m a big mail fan.
