I swore to myself, I would never tell this story on here, but dammit, it's just too funny not to. Too funny, as in middle school boy humor, which as everyone knows is the apex of all things funny. Try not to think any less of me after reading. Enjoy the juvenile humor as it is ( Read more... )

It's been a long time, my friends. I haven't updated in over seven months, and for that I apologize. Life and work have been very complicated. Work because there have been some zip code changes, and thus route changes. I lost my route. It was completely dissolved and absorbed into several other routes, and I was being put on the shittiest routes ( Read more... )

Sorry, it's taken me so long to write a new post. X-mas rush had me swamped, was dealing with a sprained back for a while, and the incident i'm going to tell you about kept me in the shower for two weeks straight as I scrubbed myself with steel wool and Clorox Cleanser ( Read more... )

Coming very soon.

I'm sure you've all noticed a lack in mailman tales the last couple months. I apologize. They will return in the near future. I'm in the middle of a big move. Also, right after I dropped two grand on a new condo, my car died, so I had to buy a new one. Needless to say, shit has been all crazy, and I barely have the time to eat, let alone write up ( Read more... )

Well it's been over a month since I've written, and for that, I'm sorry. Been working crazy hours on some crazy routes, and also got back into an old hobby of mine that's taken away some of my internet time. I'll be on a nice cushy route all this week, and so long as mail is light, and I don't have to pick up slack because people called out sick, I ( Read more... )

As I was walking down an alley today to get to my next delivery point, two police officers walked up to me, while scoping out the area ( Read more... )

Oh, where to begin, where to begin. Piling up, the stories have, but Mr. Mailman no write. Why that be? Well, I tell you...and in proper English ( Read more... )

There Mr. Mailman goes delivering letters from porch to porch along a block of row homes. He's got his rhythm. He's gliding from mailbox to mailbox. He spins. He swoops. It's a postal ballet. But rest assured, as graceful as I may appear to be sometimes, I never am. You can bet the bank on any given day that I managed to smack my little "male-men" ( Read more... )

Today I went to a bar. No, not to drink. I just went in to deliver mail. Tending bar was a fairly attractive woman in her early 30s. I hand her the mail, and ask, "Is there anything going out?" (meaning outgoing mail, of course ( Read more... )