As Bill and I returned from an early Sunday morning run to Food Lion, I noticed our mailbox was on the ground. Uh……somebody HIT our mailbox.
Well folks, we've lived in this neighborhood for almost seven years now. Some of our other neighbors have had their mailboxes taken to the ground, but never us. I think the main reason is how our lot is located, right at the bend of the road. But this morning someone nailed it.
Coincidently last week my friend Pat accidentally hit a truck with his bicycle when he encountered an errant trash can while traveling down the alley his lives in Toronto. Pat hit his bike by the truck's mirror and left a few scratches. Pat, being the fine fellow that he is, left a note accepting responsibility and stating that he would pay for any repairs. Pat hasn't heard back (I'm pretty sure he will) from the owner of the truck but Pat did the right thing.
I saw no such note on or near the mailbox or anywhere. As Bill and I were surveying the damage I saw a cluster of young folk two houses down looking up at us. They looked guilty. Bill did mention that they were having a party today. He saw the balloons going in the house.
A few minutes later a young man came up with one of my neighbor's daughters. He said he accidentally hit our mailbox while swatting a bug in his truck. He said "I am very sorry! I will pay for any damage. Here, let me give you my name!"
He was an earnest young man and I felt sorry for him but I was glad he was taking responsibility. I told him "Don't worry about it. We'll take care of it." He insisted on giving us his name but I again told him that wasn't necessary. I told him "Bill would fix it. He's the mechanical one around here. I do the flowers. If I was here alone, I would take you up on your offer but Bill can fix this kind of thing. Accidents happen. Don't worry about it."
So folks, there you go, another episode of life in
It's always something isn't it? Never a dull moment but you know folks, I actually feel good about this whole episode because the young man stood up and took responsibility. That makes me feel good about humanity. Especially after my post yesterday.
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And oh, Bill just told me we got "turfed" too.