This is what happens when you deliver mail to rich people!
by
Christopher Carlson
(Age: 26)
copyright 01-13-2005
Age Rating: 18 to 127
**Written angry after a bad day at work. It is supposed to sound completely horrible. Enjoy!**
So you think you are special?
You think you deserve special treatment?
Oh because you have money?
Oh, I drove through your yard a little bit?
Well then could you please fix your box?
Your dog won’t bite me?
Strange, what is this?
So Mr. Fiddle doesn’t live in your house?
And I should know this?
Do I have 1-800-Psychic printed on my forehead?
Someone mailed you a letter from New York?
Oh so they sent it first class and not certified?
Then how in the hell am I supposed to know where it is?
Your mail was a little wet?
Did you know you have a hole in your box and it rained yesterday?
You can’t find some of your mail?
Did you find the notice of “too much mail” in your box?
You do realize if you pick your mail up daily or even weekly that won’t happen?
I know, I know, so I am completely wrong here, right?
I should know exactly who lives here and when also?
I should just hurdle fences and fight dogs to deliver your mail?
I know I should carry plastic baggies to protect your mail on rainy days?
I know you want me call and see if I can find that needle in a hay stack, right?
You want me to deliver your mail to your door everyday too?
So you think you are special?
You think you deserve special treatment?
All because you are rich?
Well you know what?
I take a shit the same way as you!
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I do like this. Money does make some people get way above themselves.
Over here we don't have our post put into boxes as you seem to do. Our postmen put it through a letter slot set into the front door. This way if you don't pick up your post it just lies in your hall.
I suppose the dog problem is the same, dogs are dogs. But if you do have a dog that bites, the postman will not deliver, you would have to go to the sorting office and collect it yourself.
I worked for myself most of my life so never really had to take abuse from the rich. If one of them was a tad off, I just put more money on their bill. Maybe not the thing to do, but it made me feel better,,,,lol.
Brian.
I once applied for a job as a meter reader. They spent quite a bit of time explaining that the greatest threat to us would be dogs. They told us an umbrella would be issued to us. Reason? Because the shock value of opening an umbrella stops most any dog's attack, giving you time to get away. I'd expect Postmen have the same problem... that enemy #1 is dogs.
Oh my...this makes me want to go right out and give my mailman a hug and ask his forgiveness for every time the sidewalk wasn't shoveled or the dog penned up or for any of the little things that aren't done to make a mailman's job easier. Thank you for the view from the other side.
We all bleed red, spend green, and put our shoes on one at a time. I know EXACTLY how you feel!!! I work for a rich family and some (SOME) of them have let the fact that money can buy them a great deal lead them to believe that it can buy you everything. You should see the look on their faces (of true and UTTER dibelief) when I tell them that money just can't get them out of this or that bind or problem. Like taxes... can you believe writing letter (really... having me do it) to the city to complain about taxes (which I'm sure everyone does) but then getting mad at ME when the city either ignores their letters or laughs in their face?
This was great! Rich people suck. They think they deserve special treatment for everything. I'm in a similar situation. I work at a fast food restaurant(I can't say which because I don't want this site to get into trouble). I work the midnight shift 11pm-7am, and we have to deal with drunk and high students coming through all night. They all think they're special...all little princesses and princes.
I especially liked the way your poem ended, showing that the rich are just like us when it comes right down to it. Everybody goes to the bathroom and even the rich will die one day(Though a little later than the rest of us as they can afford better health care). There's a saying that I like from a movie I once saw, and it goes like this...'You might be a king or a lowly street sweeper, but sooner or later, you will dance with the Reaper.'
Thanks again for writing this. It was fun to read and I really enjoyed it.
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