Friday, September 01, 2006
Paean to a Letter Carrier
I've just sent off an e-mail to Canada Post, full of praise for our summer letter carrier. She came into our lives one sultry day, a vision in her pseudo-Mountie hat and hiking boots. Her long blond hair and big toothy smile melted our hearts, and her friendly conversation made our days that much sunnier. Her name was Laurie, and she really liked talking to the kids and finding out about them. To me she was respectful and professional, guaranteeing the safe delivery of our mail after many months of less-than-satisfactory service from a cavalcade of sullen, pasty-faced elastic-droppers. She would ring the bell and deliver the mail into our hands, just to say hi and have a little chat, giving us the scoop on any lemonade stands or cute dogs that she'd encountered on her appointed rounds.
She's gone now, back to her Anthropology courses and on her way to her goal of becoming a doctor. Godspeed Laurie!
You know, she was so friendly and professional I just assume she wasn't from Quebec. Why is that I wonder?
I've just sent off an e-mail to Canada Post, full of praise for our summer letter carrier. She came into our lives one sultry day, a vision in her pseudo-Mountie hat and hiking boots. Her long blond hair and big toothy smile melted our hearts, and her friendly conversation made our days that much sunnier. Her name was Laurie, and she really liked talking to the kids and finding out about them. To me she was respectful and professional, guaranteeing the safe delivery of our mail after many months of less-than-satisfactory service from a cavalcade of sullen, pasty-faced elastic-droppers. She would ring the bell and deliver the mail into our hands, just to say hi and have a little chat, giving us the scoop on any lemonade stands or cute dogs that she'd encountered on her appointed rounds.
She's gone now, back to her Anthropology courses and on her way to her goal of becoming a doctor. Godspeed Laurie!
You know, she was so friendly and professional I just assume she wasn't from Quebec. Why is that I wonder?
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We love our mailman, he's wonderful and happy and loves the kids and used to come up the stairs with the mail when the babies were teeny. He likes his job and it shows, I wish more people were just like him.
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