A PSA for Our Public Servicers

I know that’s not a good way to say that but I’m keeping it. 


I happened to look over towards the sound of a freight truck sliding its back door shut and catch a glimpse of our new postal carrier. She’s attractive, fit, peaceful, pleasant, and seems quite content with her duties.

Being it such a beautiful day today, I thought how nice a walk would be and get paid with good benefits. I was admiring her for choosing a vocation that would be nice to have on a day like today .

I wonder if I could do that.

Sure! I could totally do that.

If I did NOT have to:

  • Get up at 4 am.
  • Walk in any kind of weather that:
    • is over or under 68 degrees
    • is too bright
    • is too windy
    • is raining
    • is snowing
    • looks like rain
    • somewhere where it snows
  • Walk in dangerous neighborhoods.
  • Walk when I had cramps.
  • Talk to people when I didn’t want to.
  • Talk to people.
  • Walk.

It occurred to me all the bullshit our postal workers have to deal with every day. It occurred to me how much our new postal carrier deserves this beautiful day to walk around in this safe, quiet neighborhood.

Good Lord, does she deserve it.