{"id":245,"date":"2007-06-27T16:50:56","date_gmt":"2007-06-27T21:50:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2007\/06\/27\/do-you-think-my-mailman-hates-me\/"},"modified":"2025-04-30T13:10:41","modified_gmt":"2025-04-30T17:10:41","slug":"do-you-think-my-mailman-hates-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2007\/06\/27\/do-you-think-my-mailman-hates-me\/","title":{"rendered":"Do you think my mailman hates me?"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"boxes\"<\/a><\/p>\n

yeah, me too.\u00a0 See the little bag on top with the ribbon?\u00a0 Those are cookies.<\/p>\n

When I first started my business and I had only a couple boxes going out each week he would pick them up and put them against the tree by the curb so he would remember to pick them up as he drove past (he didn’t want to haul them up and down the street- understandable).\u00a0 But inevitably I would come home to find my boxes still propped against the tree hours after he had left my neighborhood.\u00a0 He would always ring my door the next day when he saw the boxes out there again to tell me that he was sorry he forgot them the day before, and would usually forget them again!!\u00a0 I couldn’t really get mad at him as he always takes it in stride when my dogs bark at him and sometimes chase him down the street- he knows they are harmless and always has a nice word to say to them.\u00a0 He also likes to chat about Texas, one if his kids lives there.<\/p>\n

BUT, the boxes really do need to go to their new homes.\u00a0 Sometimes I would drive around the neighborhood until I found another mailman, sometimes I would haul them over to the post office (which I hated doing because Cole always goes nuts in there).\u00a0\u00a0 About this time business really started to pick up and well, now he really can’t ignore the boxes.\u00a0 He expects my house to have a lot of boxes these days so he just stops his truck in front of the house after he has delivered the mail for the rest of the street.\u00a0 Seems to be working out.\u00a0 The cookies help too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

yeah, me too.\u00a0 See the little bag on top with the ribbon?\u00a0 Those are cookies. When I first started my business and I had only a couple boxes going out each week he would pick them up and put them against the tree by the curb so he would remember to pick them up as he drove past (he didn’t want to haul them up and down the street- understandable).\u00a0 But inevitably I would come home to find my boxes still propped against the tree hours after he had left my neighborhood.\u00a0 He would always ring my door the next day when he saw the boxes out there again to tell me that he was sorry he forgot them the day before, and would usually forget them again!!\u00a0 I couldn’t really get mad at him as he always takes it in stride when my dogs bark at him and sometimes chase him down the street- he knows they are harmless and always has a nice word to say to them.\u00a0 He also likes to chat about Texas, one if his kids lives there. BUT, the boxes really do need to go to their new homes.\u00a0 Sometimes I would drive around the neighborhood until I found another mailman, sometimes I would haul them over to the post office (which I hated doing because Cole always goes nuts in there).\u00a0\u00a0 About this time business really started to pick up and well, now he really can’t ignore the boxes.\u00a0 He expects my house to have a lot of boxes these days so he just stops his truck in front of the house after he has delivered the mail for the rest of the street.\u00a0 Seems to be working out.\u00a0 The cookies help too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-245","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-elisalou"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/245","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=245"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/245\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20968,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/245\/revisions\/20968"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=245"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=245"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=245"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}