May 23, 2011


Canada Ghost

I considered writing about this, but my friend Scott Shpak has done it for me. And he nails it.

When I heard the post office was considering going on strike, I blinked a little. I now buy a pack of ten stamps a couple of times a year, and I swear the only time I use them is to send a cheque to Webgod Jeff. DO YOU HEAR ME, WEBGOD??. Yes, he hears me. And he hates me. So I usually just arrange a meet up and we go to Apple Annie's for lunch and I order breakfast and I give him a cheque and we're all good.

And I don't need a stamp. Anything I order online (hello, Aldo shoes?) is delivered by a man who will soon be switching to shorts. I might order more while the weather holds. I do not have a fax, but I have learned to scan and send without making one of the boys do it. Yes, the document you requested will no doubt be upside down, but surely you can navigate the little arrows and not pester me.

Anyhoo. Scott nicely sums up my thoughts on this, and in such a lovely way. Boy can write.

Dinosaurs really shouldn't stamp their feet.

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5 Comments:

Anonymous Roz said...

I live in a neighbourhood of Toronto where my mail man disappeared nearly a year ago. We'd had the same guy for ages (I'd give him drinks in the summer, that sort of thing) Anyway, he must have gotten sick as we've sort of had delivery since then (it even made the Toronto Star about how infrequently this area gets mail). Now we have some days a truck (at 6 pm) delivers mail, some days a guy some days nothing for a week. There was a day this spring where mail-dude knocked on my door and presented me with a X-mas card that he discovered under a melting snow bank (next to my neighbours Christmas Tree waiting for pick up). He felt bad, I didn't as this person refuses to use postal codes and won't use a return address (or even email). (huh?? - you know who you are) Sorry. Felt like dumping.

May 24, 2011 11:13 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

We used to have the sweetest mail man. He was just wonderful. And then he died. Everyone in the neighborhood was sad about it. That was 6 years ago. Now, our neighborhood has turned into a temporary route because no one wants it. Some days your mail will be wedged into your box, magazines folded along the spine, or mis-delivered to the wrong box, or not get delivered at all, depending on who is on the route.

May 25, 2011 11:55 AM  
Anonymous Roz said...

Hey Anonymous,

Do you live in my neighborhood?

May 26, 2011 8:43 AM  
Anonymous Padraig said...

Once upon a time, when I lived in England, you could post a local letter in the morning and it would be delivered that afternoon. Yes, I know it sounds improbable - but that was before junk mail. It was also before the war

May 28, 2011 9:09 PM  
Anonymous buzzwhack said...

Last time there was a mail strike, my letters home to Mom always made it. Of course she wasn't happy being addressed as "Dear Occupant"
from "Shell Canada" but Canada Post never once checked the address or the business mail number I'd stolen from Shell Canada. Amazing, but true.

May 30, 2011 7:55 PM  

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