"So, Mr Slumpy you *really* are the perpetual comedian, aren't you ?" I
threw back my head and roared with laughter as phrogee continued:
> "Slumpy" <> wrote in message
> news:bdbm39$r0v08$...
>> "So, Mr Slumpy you *really* are the perpetual comedian, aren't you
>> ?" I threw back my head and roared with laughter as Brian continued:
>>
>>> Hi. We live at a culldasac here. Since the neighbors put a house at
>>> the end of the road, and had the really small, crappy circle (only
>>> person who can make the turn is the small mail truck), there has
>>> been nothing but trouble. Mainly with the USPS.
>>>
>>> If there is a single car on the culldasac, or on the side of the
>>> road out front of my house or the neighbors across the street (The
>>> houses next to the one at the end), the mail lady turns right
>>> around when she turns on to our street and we don't get our mail.
>>>
>>> Today, the town dumped a bunch of stuff at the end of the road, some
>>> piping, big cement blocks and fill. The mail lady today skipped us
>>> because of this. she says that her supervisor has said that if she
>>> cant make the turn, to turn around down the street and not deliver
>>> our mail box. We get "Box blocked [date]" written on a letter when
>>> we finally get the mail.
>>>
>>> Now, there is no way that the USPS can tell us that we can't use the
>>> side of the road or "circle" or else we dont get our mail. The boxes
>>> themselves are not blocked, I think the mail lady, although really
>>> nice and cool, just doesnt want to take the time to maneuver the
>>> truck a little or step out if she can avoid it.
>>>
>>> I will have to speak with the supervisor.. this is rediculous...
>>> anyone have any comments or advice here?
>>
>> Take her hostage.
>> Feed her feet-first to a crocodile or alligator.
>> Make her walk 50 yards over broken glass to get *her* mail.
>> Guaranteed Success !!
>>
> You never want to feed a human to a gator feet first, there is always
> a possible of the gator choking..
Only if they suffer from Stinkfoot (scientists know this exquisite little
inconvenience by the name of Bromodrosis...)

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