Poor 91-year old Alf, has mistakenly been placing his mail in the wrong box. According to an article, Alf was "trotting" down to his local postbox (we don't have those in the U.S.), hoping to send a birthday card to his grandson before the last collection of the day. But if it wasn't for someone tapping him on the shoulder, and letting him know he wasn't standing at a postbox, he would still be depositing his mail into a poo-collecting box.
I walked down to the postbox, like I do every week, and began placing our Tommy’s third birthday card in the little slot. A woman walking her dog came up to me, tapped me on the shoulder, and asked what I was doing. I thought she was going to cry when I told her. She held my hand and pointed out that the postbox was on the other side of the road.I'm with Alf on this one, shouldn't have the postal service contacted him, telling him he was depositing mail into the wrong box? It's not like it's a normal situation, right? Two years without it being unnoticed, c'mon.
I’ve not got the best eyesight these days but even so, the postbox and the dog dirt box are almost identical. They’re both red, the same shape and stuck on a post. I bet I’m not the only pensioner to get confused. The bloody council should never have put them so close together.
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We really need those dog poop boxes here on our block, but then again if that were so then your beautiful yard wouldn't be so fertilized, my love. :) Love you bunches.
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