Postal
Tuesday, March 16th, 2004So I swung by my old PO box today. Mailbox I regret that I have neglected you. It wouldn’t let me in. Alas, my time must have passed and the post office is most likely pissed, as is my box, that the key is still on my keychain. Good bye 2051…
This also led me to think about postal workers. If it wasn’t for their murderous reputation they’d probably be noticed a little bit more. Then again, maybe that’s the mystery in itself. I can’t imagine a more repetative and boring job. But, it has to be one of the most interesting at the same time. A paradox of short. Here you are doing the same thing, over, and over, and over…and over, everday. But, you also get to see and interact with all of the wonderful people in a city. It has to be really interesting to watch the city change shape and form over the years, the different and diverse people…especially in a place like Boulder. What brought me to really start thinking about this was the fact that when I walked into the post office this afternoon, the guy I used to see everytime I went in there said hello to me by name. Even though I hadn’t been there probably in almost a year since I moved out to Superior. Interesting.
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