190) Normally, mailboxes are not too happy about being tagged. They find it to be unsightly and rather violating. This guy, however, absolutely loves the vibrant yellow on h is side. “It’s like springtime all year ’round,” he might yell, if only he weren’t an inanimate object.
181) It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes I’m late for my appointment with a mailbox. This has never been a problem before, because if anything, mailboxes are patient animals. They can wait for hours or even days for someone to stop by and feed them a letter or small package, and never will you hear a word of complaint. That was, however, not the case with this guy. From half a block away, I could hear it flapping its little blue door, tossing out barbed witticisms like “Oh, look who decided to join us,” and “Working hard, or hardly working?” So yeah, he was being a jerk, but he wasn’t very original.
179) This box has nerves of steel. Sure, it’s got everything of steel, but those nerves are ultra-fortified steel. How is it that it can remain in position day-in and day-out, with this giant lady teasing a frosty cold bottle of Coke like that? I’d give in within about four seconds, but not our friend here. Amazing.
177) Once again, I have to extend my thanks to city officials for installing these great workout stations around Seattle. I for one enjoy being able to get in a little core exercise while out on mailing errands. This mailbox is an excellent personal trainer, too.