My problems with the stone age mentality of my postal carrier began about a year ago, when, working six to seven days
a week, fourteen to nineteen hours a day, hauling gasoline out of Port Everglades, Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, I had neither
the time nor inclination to check my mail daily.
I soon discovered that, when the box was full, every three or four days, the door to the box was left open. I deduced
that one of the following was possibly the reason:
1. A local juvenile delinquent, blessed with x-ray vision, could always tell when the box was exactly full...
2. The local USPS Postal "BABY" was leaving it open...
Having once been an outstanding juvenile delinquent myself, and not remembering having had x-ray vision, nor having had
any of my "JD" friends so blessed, I assumed it was the said USPS Postal "BABY" doing so.
