Sorry for the click bait. While this story DOES involve my wife and the mailman, it's not THAT kind of wife/mailman story.
So last week the weather warmed up, my wife, who is currently staying at home with my 2 and 4 year olds, all of which are suffering from long winter cabin fever, gets the kids out of the house to enjoy the weather and walk around the neighborhood. We live in a very pedestrian friendly neighborhood, lots of nice sidewalks, very little through traffic, lots of nice people, lots of couples with toddlers, of which everyone is very aware.
But we were still very vigilant about the possibility of someone backing out of their driveway and not seeing our 4 year old, who likes to run ahead. Most houses have their garage in the back, and are pretty blind to most of what is in the street/sidewalk until they are practically driving over the sidewalk (front yards are only about 20 feet deep)
So my wife stops and talks to a woman across the street. My son runs a couple of houses ahead. An old man, in probably the most blind of driveways... backs out. My son stops right in the driveway. The mailman was directly across the street. sees this unfolding, lets out a louder-than-darth-vader-when-his-poon-died "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!", causing the old man to stop. Tragedy averted.
Good lookin' out, bro.
Wife calls me at work, tells me what happened. Note to self: have another talk with 4yo about the whole checking of driveways thing. Wife then suggests we get the mailman a $10 Tim Horton's gift card. I was like pffft, Tim's sux, I'll hook a brotha up. I scoop a $25 Outback Steakhouse gift card on my way home.
We spot the mailman on a Saturday, wife runs out, gives him the gift card. He plays it off like it was no big deal, but is thankful anyways. Ok, end of story right?
Monday, wife spots mail man back in the neighborhood after he already was done delivering. He is riding up and down the street in the mail truck, scanning the sidewalks, hmm, looks like maybe he dropped something?
A little later, she walks the kids, spots something in the driveway. It's a Fitbit, with like 2600 steps counted on it. Hmm, that must be what the mailman was looking for. He must have dropped it. Ok, no prob, we'll get it back to him.
Now personally, I would have waited til I spotted the guy in person, and gave it to him. I only work from home one weekday a week, and between that day and Saturday, I almost always see his truck parked at one end of the street or the other, shouldn't be too hard to spot the guy.
Wife is worried she'll miss him for whatever reason, so puts the Fitbit in an envelope, writes a note on it, puts it in/on the mailbox.
FFWD an hour or so, wife checks the front door, envelope gone, no mail delivered, but there's some flyer. Scopes two youths on the street, going door to door, putting flyers on front doors. Those fuckers.
She calls me, tells me she wants to call the cops, so I say go for it. She then texts me:
-They found the guys, didn't have [the fitbit] on them. (I'm like, well, of course they didn't)
-I'm no longer picking up stuff I find, the stress isn't worth it.
Sucks, because the mailman seems like a standup guy and is now missing his Fitbit. And wife is all broken up over the whole thing.
And it also seems like a crazy coincidence that the two events happened back to back, when we've barely said two words to the guy in the three years he's been on this route.
So last week the weather warmed up, my wife, who is currently staying at home with my 2 and 4 year olds, all of which are suffering from long winter cabin fever, gets the kids out of the house to enjoy the weather and walk around the neighborhood. We live in a very pedestrian friendly neighborhood, lots of nice sidewalks, very little through traffic, lots of nice people, lots of couples with toddlers, of which everyone is very aware.
But we were still very vigilant about the possibility of someone backing out of their driveway and not seeing our 4 year old, who likes to run ahead. Most houses have their garage in the back, and are pretty blind to most of what is in the street/sidewalk until they are practically driving over the sidewalk (front yards are only about 20 feet deep)
So my wife stops and talks to a woman across the street. My son runs a couple of houses ahead. An old man, in probably the most blind of driveways... backs out. My son stops right in the driveway. The mailman was directly across the street. sees this unfolding, lets out a louder-than-darth-vader-when-his-poon-died "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!", causing the old man to stop. Tragedy averted.
Good lookin' out, bro.
Wife calls me at work, tells me what happened. Note to self: have another talk with 4yo about the whole checking of driveways thing. Wife then suggests we get the mailman a $10 Tim Horton's gift card. I was like pffft, Tim's sux, I'll hook a brotha up. I scoop a $25 Outback Steakhouse gift card on my way home.
We spot the mailman on a Saturday, wife runs out, gives him the gift card. He plays it off like it was no big deal, but is thankful anyways. Ok, end of story right?
Monday, wife spots mail man back in the neighborhood after he already was done delivering. He is riding up and down the street in the mail truck, scanning the sidewalks, hmm, looks like maybe he dropped something?
A little later, she walks the kids, spots something in the driveway. It's a Fitbit, with like 2600 steps counted on it. Hmm, that must be what the mailman was looking for. He must have dropped it. Ok, no prob, we'll get it back to him.
Now personally, I would have waited til I spotted the guy in person, and gave it to him. I only work from home one weekday a week, and between that day and Saturday, I almost always see his truck parked at one end of the street or the other, shouldn't be too hard to spot the guy.
Wife is worried she'll miss him for whatever reason, so puts the Fitbit in an envelope, writes a note on it, puts it in/on the mailbox.
FFWD an hour or so, wife checks the front door, envelope gone, no mail delivered, but there's some flyer. Scopes two youths on the street, going door to door, putting flyers on front doors. Those fuckers.
She calls me, tells me she wants to call the cops, so I say go for it. She then texts me:
-They found the guys, didn't have [the fitbit] on them. (I'm like, well, of course they didn't)
-I'm no longer picking up stuff I find, the stress isn't worth it.
Sucks, because the mailman seems like a standup guy and is now missing his Fitbit. And wife is all broken up over the whole thing.
And it also seems like a crazy coincidence that the two events happened back to back, when we've barely said two words to the guy in the three years he's been on this route.
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