After being the victim of one too many pranks by a mail customer, the Royal Mail service (allegedly!) sent one postal customer a letter, asking him to lay off with the post-related comedy. So far as we can tell, the letter receiver, known as S. Whitman, raised the ire of the Royal Mail for “jumping out from behind a giant bush shouting ‘beware the giant bees’, repeatedly answering the door naked, and … claiming you’d been attacked by ‘crack-added Oompah Loompahs.”
As a result of the series of jokes, the letter continues, “a number of our postal staff are now nervous about delivering to your address. As such, we would kindly ask you to desist from you ‘surprises.’” A larger image of the letter is after the jump. Keep reading »
In an effort to trim their budget down a bit (by a bit, I mean $2 billion), the US Postal Service has announced a plan to end Saturday mail and cut back to a five-day delivery schedule. As I’ve mentioned before, I am a huge fan of the postal service and I have a giant crush on my mailman, so this news comes as a crushing blow. And sometimes, when pain is this acute, there’s only one way to express it: in iambic pentameter. Read on for my embarrassingly dramatic Sonnet to the Saturday Mail… Keep reading »
I don’t get much mail, except for the occasional postcard from my mom and the handful of magazines I subscribe to. For the most part, this pleases me because I’m not wasting as much paper as I would if I received L.L. Bean catalogs every week. However, amidst crap catalogs like Just For Redheads, there are gems that so beautiful, you’ll want to live in them.
Even the catalog from French import A.P.C. exudes the easy style you’d assume all Parisians possess. The latest, which appeared in my mailbox a couple weeks ago, comes covered in army green cloth. Keep reading »