I should have been more specific. Or neighborhood has these big banks of mailboxes. Like an entire street has their mailboxes all in one place.
Ours is the last house to be built on the street, and all of the neighbors have been there for 2= years. So you KNOW they're getting mail, right?
After dozens of calls to the postmaster, the managers of the stations and anyone else that would listen, they told me the post office would have to take out one bank of mailboxes and put another in; there wasn't room in the other one for a slot for us.
Okay, after a week, that got done. THEN, they said, the carrier will bring you the keys. So I waited and I waited. Then I told Nolan that I might kill someone if I had to talk to them again, so I sicked HIM on them.
We now have a key to the mailbox. After TWO weeks.
And the cell phone? I just have to be patient. He'll do it eventually.
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Re: NEITHER RAIN NOR SNOW NOR GLOM OF NIT
Date: 2008-04-18 08:41 pm (UTC)Ours is the last house to be built on the street, and all of the neighbors have been there for 2= years. So you KNOW they're getting mail, right?
After dozens of calls to the postmaster, the managers of the stations and anyone else that would listen, they told me the post office would have to take out one bank of mailboxes and put another in; there wasn't room in the other one for a slot for us.
Okay, after a week, that got done. THEN, they said, the carrier will bring you the keys. So I waited and I waited. Then I told Nolan that I might kill someone if I had to talk to them again, so I sicked HIM on them.
We now have a key to the mailbox. After TWO weeks.
And the cell phone? I just have to be patient. He'll do it eventually.