Like I've said, life in the city can be monotonous. I appreciate the things that make me stop and go, Wait, what?
I walk by the same mailbox every day. It's one of those green, unmarked mailboxes that I guess are used to store mail that Mr. Postman can't carry while on his route. I had never seen one of these boxes open- I actually didn't even know what they were used for until this incident. I actually just kind of figured they were old, out-of-commission mailboxes that just kind of gave the neighborhood character.
Well, apparently they're also really great places to take a nap.
Walking back to my apartment one sunny afternoon, I notice that the mailbox door, on the side farthest away from me, was open. I was curious. Had it been left open by accident? What if there was mail in there and someone tried to steal it?
Instinctively curious, I peeked around the corner of the mailbox to look in, and was STUNNED to find the mailman IN THE MAILBOX. He was crouched down and had successfully contorted most of his body in the main hold of the mailbox.
I jumped back with a surprised exclamation of "Oh!" and scampered off with some nervous laughter.
I didn't look back. I'm guessing that little cubby-hole is just as comfortable as the cramped front seat of the mail truck for a mid-afternoon nap. Should I be more concerned that a federal employee is behaving this strangely? Probably, but that guy has to deal with dogs off leashes and strangers answering the front door in their pajamas, and both of those are scary situations that I wouldn't want to be involved in. I'm not going to judge.
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