Gann: 1 Ruby: 0

Saturday I was sitting on the couch not feeling very well when there was a tap at my door. Then the bell chain was pulled and the bell konged. Then more tap, tap, tapping at the door. Then I get looked at like I need to drag my ass to the door. So I go open the door for the mail carrier expecting to get a package placed in my hands. Oh, hell no. This bitch wants to scrap. I deemed her a bitch on Friday when she placed the mail beside the mailbox instead of inside. She whines that she is short and it is hard to carry the mail and try and open boxes and that our crappy box on the crappy table is just too hard. Um, you are a mail carrying professional, make it happen! I can do it with one hand while toting groceries and I am short too. Whatever. She wants the box secured. I want to blow up the post office for this whining lady that 100 people would line up to do her job. I asked her name and confirmed her post office. She then LAID THE MAIL ON THE FLOOR BY MY FEET. Seriously. Reminded me of the drunk mail man in Funny Farm that just threw the mail near the house.
Sure, our mail carrier walks and delivers the mail to the house directly. We have been renovating and we got a new door that no longer has a mail slot and until we know what we will have I am not spending $350 on a mail pagoda. The fab hub wired the box to the table. I taped a note to the inside of the glass that read, "Ruby: The mail box is secured. Please do not leave mail on the floor". Monday the mail was in the box. There was a parcel on the floor. I was fine and happy. Tuesday there was mail in the box with a note apologizing for the parcel being on the floor the day before.