The postman was cool
soulmarcosa
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I met the postman in the driveway today to sign for one of my packages. I heard Iron Butterfly's "Most Anything That You Want" playing on his car stereo."Iron Butterfly fan, huh?" I said."Yeah they're a great band," he said, adding, "Have you heard of a band called Love?"Cool Postman = I forgot to tell him that he'd just delivered Arthur Lee's VINDICATOR album to me just a few days ago.He also mentioned he liked Quicksilver Messenger Service.Any of ya'll got a Cool Postman?
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Nope, ususally mine is full of shit. He used to stack promos into my much too small post box at my place, usually stuff got stolen, I complained, nothing happened and I had to change my postal adress, as my house is a junkiehole. That said, I used to work at the big post office where all the stuff goes together to make extra cash and my boss turned out to be the bboy champ 84 from my hometown that I always wanted to meet wayback when. He couldn't believe it when I told him and we started talking about breaks, Kurtis Blow and Kraftwerk (he went to see them live while I was there and he was even djing from time to time) and I had some extra freedom during shifts due to that connection. Dope!
Ah, English language and the concept of SPO...I meant I was working there to make a little extra cash on the side...that said, we all made some extra there, when we [weedrelated]smelled something[/weedrelated]
Everytime she delivers records to me, I always get a stupid, unfunny comment.
When her boss delivers it, it's ten times worse.
Uggghh. I need to start a new life.
for 50 Cent and De La Jake One used to deliver
packages to my place.
Thanks for not jackin' em Jake!
He still creeped me out though cause he always tried to look in my house and ask too many questions. But my postmen today are only good for breaking shit.
(Aussie heads: i delivered to Everly St, every day...)
posties are mostly a good lot, dont forget them at xmas.
yeah, but nzshadow > bukowski
Please shadow, start a thread of post stories! Any young widow opening the door in her underwear? Things like that
Yup. My dad was a postie and got rich at Christmas. My ones super chilled. My neighbour knows him better than me and says she thinks he collects records to. Never had a record go missing or turn up broken. Collectors Karma in action. He does take the piss when I take ages to answer the door due to still being asleep.
We get shipments of expensive things a few times a year and he'll just leave them on the back porch without knocking. If there's no car in the driveway, he doesn't bother to knock or ring the bell. Even if it needs a signature.
My wife has tried to ask him nicely but he apparently does not give a fugg.
Packages always arrive after 5PM, too.
remember "eat your heart out" on MTV every day?
Cheers, but NO. The man was a legend.
RIP.
shiiiiiiiiit, I did it for just over a year, i was a relief postman, so if your regular guy was sick, theyd get me to fill in, it was completly shit, youd just get used to a run and then dude would come back and youd be thrown onto another area with a shitty outofdate map and have to learn all over again.
Every day i prayed for the frustrated trophy wife, Never happenned. fucking shit job.
I did deliver to Eveleigh St, Redfern for 3 months straight, i cant even begin to describe the shit i saw there. Ask an Aussie about Eveleigh street, shit is real.
Poverty on a level i have not seen anywhere in the world and i have travelled,it was fucking apartheid at work and this was 1999. heroin addiction on such a scale that it just became the norm, on one side of the street i counted 78 used syringes. i saw preschool aboriginal kids playing with used needles, i saw a dead body with the fix still in, saw a guy get his head caved in by a 2X4 and watched the police laugh and turn away. The houses were just concrete shells, there was no glass in the windows, no floorboards as the locals had burnt the wood in the winter,no doors, Nothing. when the cops raided in the mornings, they take the locals away and brick up the house so noone would move in, but they would smash through the bricks and get their fix on onside. grafitti on everything, it was like walking through the apocolypse, then youd turn a corner and it was back to the real world. A really fucking depressing job. I saw shit i still have a hard time forgetting. The Block was no joke.