The people that live to the left side of us (stage left – well, kinda perpendicular, really, because of how the houses sit on the end of the cul-de-sac) are an old couple that have lived here since our little group of houses were built. They’re the last original owners here. They’re also the ones we like the least – for no reason other than you can tell they expect us to be all neighborly and invite them to dinner and always stop to talk and crap like that. Very old school. We always suspected it and then one day the old woman stopped by and talked to my wife and pretty much confirmed those expectations in the course of conversation. Of course, they get nothing more than a quick wave if we happen to leave while they’re out or vice versa.

So anyway, today I leave to pick up my son from school and the entire circle of the cul-de-sac is line with cars. The old people’s driveway is also filled to the hilt with cars. No biggie except that I did notice that one was parked directly in front of our mailbox. Again, no biggie, but I was curious as to what would happen if the maillady came (in her little mail van) and had to deliver our mail before they left.

Well, when I went out to get the mail a few minutes ago, I found out:

That was stuck to my pile of mail. It’s a sticky like a post-it. Just rip one off and stick it where necessary.

I can tell you where I’d like to stick it.

In fact, I think I will take it over and stick it on (in?) the old people’s mailbox. Which is on our property anyway, but that’s a whole different story.

Consider it a pet peeve, but nothing bugs me more than taking the shit for something that I didn’t do – even something as silly as a reminder from the USPS when some other fuckwad blocks my mailbox with their car because their blotchy, vein-covered, octogenarian legs won’t carry them the extra 7 feet it’s gonna take to pull past my mailbox. Suck a cock, grandma!

There. I’m done. I feel better.

I’m still sticking the post-it in their mailbox though.