Not long ago I came home to see my mailbox had been run over and destroyed. No note on the door, just tire tracks. This, of course, was in the winter with the ground frozen so it was no small chore to get a new post drilled down into the turf and new mailbox affixed. Actually, I view that as part of life, a first world problem. Disappointing but not the end of the world. A neighbor said he did happen to be out front and saw a young man driving wayyyy too fast with his cell phone propped on top of the steering wheel watching gps he thought. Then the neighbor watched him go up over the curb, smack the mailbox, swerve back onto the road and run the stop sign as he left the area.
I convinced myself the mailbox was getting old (it wasn't) and besides nobody got hurt. I forget about it and life goes on. A month later I go out to get the mail and am mystified. Inside the mailbox is a bulging white envelope with no writing on the outside. "What the??" I hold it up to the sun / squish it a bit... "Hmmm, have no idea..." I open it up and it is stuffed with $20.00 bills - a total of $300.00. No note inside or anything, just the money. Oh, my gosh - this is for the mailbox! Well, well, well - somebody really impressed me there and MORE than made up for the cost of materials and effort involved. He went beyond what my expense was big time.
So I told the First Mate that I have identified a new profit center. We shall erect a dozen mailboxes along the curb and sit back and collect the cash.
I convinced myself the mailbox was getting old (it wasn't) and besides nobody got hurt. I forget about it and life goes on. A month later I go out to get the mail and am mystified. Inside the mailbox is a bulging white envelope with no writing on the outside. "What the??" I hold it up to the sun / squish it a bit... "Hmmm, have no idea..." I open it up and it is stuffed with $20.00 bills - a total of $300.00. No note inside or anything, just the money. Oh, my gosh - this is for the mailbox! Well, well, well - somebody really impressed me there and MORE than made up for the cost of materials and effort involved. He went beyond what my expense was big time.
So I told the First Mate that I have identified a new profit center. We shall erect a dozen mailboxes along the curb and sit back and collect the cash.