Had to go out this morning and upon my return as I was pulling on the drive, my postman (woman) was about 10ft from the exit of my drive, walking away. She saw me, as we made eye contact. As I open the front door, I see a red card on the door mat, turn over to read it thinking it will say the parcel is over the fence or with a neighbour. Nope 'Get your arse to the sorting office 5 miles away because I can't be bothered to knock on a neighbour's door'. I turn around, expecting to see her walking back up my drive behind me. ...............Nope, I can see her and her colleague postman (man) getting in their van about 50m away. So I pick the card up and walk towards the van, flagging them down after they pull away, luckily the van was pointing towards me. They pull over and she gets out of the van. I make some small talk along the lines of "I must have just missed you" knowing full well she had clocked me................Nothing, no return of pleasant chat, didn't look at me, just simply pulled my parcel from the back of the van and handed it to me (she didn't even ask my name or address, so knew where I lived), and with that they were off. I've never seen her before in my life. Not sure what her problem was.
She hasn't started posting shit through my letter box yet. But given her attitude today, it's coming.
Up until a while ago ours used to leave rubber bands all over the place. Don’t know if it was code for some fetish dungeon he never got to invite me to, and I’ll never find out, because I moved.
Don’t start me off, my postman thought 2 weeks ago it was alright to fake my signature on his electronic pad, and leave tickets with a value of more then 350 pounds in an open letterbox outdoors, grrrrrr