Aftermaths

[kybearfuzz]

I went to work extremely early this morning in an effort to get out early today. My goal was stop by Home Depot, buy some quick set concrete, and finish the new mailbox installation. However, I just could not concentrate at work. I hate leaving a half-done project sitting and in this case I can't. Mail has to have a mailbox. So I put out the major fires at work and bailed at lunch time. I got my concrete, made it home and into grubby clothes, and set to work.

Thankfully, my nosy neighbor kept his distance until after I got the concrete in place and started assembling the mailbox. The end result is pretty good, and I'm happy with it. I want a double-punch in my butch card for this.



While I was assembling the box, the mailman showed up and delivered the mail, commenting that the box was the right height and he was happy about that. My old one was short apparently. In my mail was a letter from QuikStop. The letter was short and sweet, thanking me for my input and apologizing for my less-than-stellar experience. Included in the letter was a $50 gift card to QuikStop. I appreciate the gesture, but I very strictly remember telling him I didn't want any free stuff and I'm not terribly happy with the idea of using them again. I'm half-tempted to send it back to them, refusing it on principle.

The weekend has started, so I'm happy. Happy Friday!

Comments

[mrdreamjeans.livejournal.com]

No, but perhaps you can guilt that one neighbor into admitting he ran into your mail box and caused you work! He can go to the Quik Stop and get ripped off, too! :)