Wild Dingo

I came home from a short tropical vacation to a pile of post office mail sitting in a large bin at my front door. Ah! Victory! I thought for sure my letter must have convinced them. But I spoke to soon. We still do not get mail. They must have felt the holiday spirit and decided to gift us with 5 months of our mail which has been sitting in the post office which included a few pay checks, bills and magazines. I noted they kindly removed our junk mail. (What service!) They must have felt the spirit of Christmas for a day. Either that or they were running out of space to keep our mail. The war has just begun. I’ll continue to feed those postal moroons bananas and wait until they slip on their own peel.