Yes, we heard the noise last night, checked it out, but noticed nothing except a car driving away. But this is what greeted us in the morning sun. That’s my mailbox halfway down the neighbor’s lawn–the black thing by the road.
Not vandalism–which I was happy about–but some idiot who likely did some serious damage to his car when he hit that post with all the board barriers (snowplow-protection). Well, he didn’t stop though he did come by again about an hour later, likely to pick up parts. The local policeman knocked on my door this morning (the neighbor called them to report it, having seen it first) and he found a part from a Chevy, possibly a pickup truck.
The worst part? Trying to call the post office to explain what happened and to hold our mail for a few days. The only phone number I could get was an 800 number in Hartford, robot voices, and sales pitches. Guess I have to go uptown and tell Ralph the mailman myself.
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Thank goodness (and the driver should too) that it wasn’t a person instead of a mailbox.
Yes, especially since there are two little kids who live there. And for the driver, if he hadn’t been stopped by the mailboxes, there is a huge old maple tree that would’ve stopped him and left him in much worse condition.