In my neighborhood there are no individual mailboxes.  You have to walk to the end of the street to a community mailbox.  I have no idea WHY it is like this, but it is.  I am not a fan.  I don’t mind the walk down there for the most part, but really, how hard is it to let everyone have a mailbox?  The deed restrictions in this place are ridiculous.

Anyhoo.

Everyone gets a key to their box.  When we moved we inherited roughly 7 mailbox keys.  I don’t know why.  At this point it doesn’t really matter because NONE OF THEM ARE WORKING.

I have three or four days of mail being held hostage down the street and I’m kinda at my last raw nerve about this.  Finally last night I made Husband head down there and try.  No luck.  So today I was all set to wake up and call the post office to figure out how the hell I rescue some letters, valentines and my precious magazines from that wretched box.

(The bills can stay there.  I don’t like them.)

I called at 8:30a.  Surely they’d be open by then, right? 

Nope. 

Googled our local US post office.  They open at 9:00a.  Okay, I’ll call back.

No answer.

I called again.  If I’m annoying enough they’ll answer, right?

Nope.

I called again.  Pissed.

Then Leah walked in and I realized she was home from school today because it was President’s Day.  When there is no mail.

Brilliant.