After the last bad snow, my mailbox was knocked off the pole. It didn’t stand a chance against the town’s plow.
I’ve already written about the process of repairing it, so I’ll spare you the details. The only continuing problem was, the pole was no longer plumb. It looked as if my mailbox had been designed by the Pisa, Italy Post Office!
Today, when Helaine came home from taking Steffie back to school, she noticed something amiss. The mailbox was ramrod straight! Someone had dug out the hole, refilled it, and made my mailbox a fine, upstanding member of the community.
Inside the box there was a card. The repair had been made by Dean of the Durable Mailbox Company of Wallingford. I picked up the phone to give Dean a call.
Yes, he had repaired it. Yes, someone had reported it. Yes, my town had paid for it!
Really? I never expected this. The town paid?
Dean said this is something the town does… though they don’t advertise it. I was not the only one. My house wasn’t singled out because I’m TV-boy.
I’m impressed. I’m pleased. I’m astounded. If you would have asked me to run down the possible outcomes after the plow vs. mailbox incident, this wouldn’t have been on my list.