Remember C.O.W.? If not, scroll down. Today she ran out to my truck. (As fast as any 80 yr old woman, I've ever seen). She was waving at me. The kind of wave to get your attention, not to be nice. So I got out, walked over and she yelled...YELLED at me. She said she went to the post office to talk about me (already knew that) and was told I never delivered her mail as late as 4:30, but it was 4:30 now and she was going right back to the post office to tell them about it and get me fired.
If it wasn't so sad, it would be funny. As the last house on the route, she will see the biggest swing in delivery times. Can't help it. What exactly does she think i've been doing all day?
Now the twist in the story: My route evaluation came back. Turns out my route is overburdened and must be cut. The easiest cut would be to pull C.O.W's and my street off the route. Although I would miss being my own mailman, it would be nice to be rid of C.O.W.
I just don't want her to think she won. Then I know she would become a Smug Old Woman. (S.O.W.)
2 comments:
I honestly don't know how you do it. This would be driving me absolutely nuts. Bless you for taking the high road and living above it all.
At this point, who cares if she becomes a S.O.W. Just get rid of her. Think of how much more relaxing your route will be!
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