For almost every year that I have lived here my mailbox has been the victim of the snowplow. So as a good citizen of the north I am going to complain about it.
What makes this story funny is the fact that I do not pay for the replacement. I paid part of the cost when I first moved here to have the post and box put up, but now it is the county who smashes my mail box and then buys and installs a new one every so many months.
Just like clock work the snow comes late evening and then early morning the snowplow arrives to give my good old mail box a punch in the jaw. It is made to swivel, so it just smashes the tin and spins the box around like a punching bag. I guess the counties logic is they just have to replace the box and not the post. The problem is for me and my mail, thus the postal box I rent in town. It didn't take long to figure out that this system of smash the mail box and replace it wasn't going to work for me. Now everyday I will back out of my drive way and look at my sad mail box and wonder when the county will get around to fixing it.
Waiting on the government to fix something is for another post, but here is the story of the previous mail box. The last mail box was black in color and was smashed mid winter and was fixed this fall. I was surprised to See this grey one with out a flag, a month or two later it was also murdered by the big orange snow plow growling down the highway in the wee hours of the early morning. I wonder if the snowplow operator knows when he hits a mailbox? If he does, does he feel like a teenage Vandal with a baseball bat?
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