Some Drunken Idiot Hit My Mailbox
It anything but a typical Sunday morning. It was the first time in weeks that it wasn't snowing and I was planning to go on my weekly shopping excursion. It was cold...I think it was 8 degrees when I woke up to the sound of a tire spinning out of control. WHIR. WHIZ. ZREEEP. That was not the sound my alarm clock.
I jumped out of bed and looked out the window to see a large pickup truck spinning it tires, stretched across my driveway...inches from my car and next to my obliterated mailbox. Don't believe me? Check this out.
After an hour of trying to dig out this car, I demanded that we waked up my neighbor...the one who had the party...and see if he can tow the truck out of my yard. Both of my cars were trapped. So that's what we did...and he did...and then my neighbor promised to take care of the mailbox. I wonder what that means? And how am I supposed to get my mail in the meantime? I don't think they'll deliver to THIS.
I jumped out of bed and looked out the window to see a large pickup truck spinning it tires, stretched across my driveway...inches from my car and next to my obliterated mailbox. Don't believe me? Check this out.


After an hour of trying to dig out this car, I demanded that we waked up my neighbor...the one who had the party...and see if he can tow the truck out of my yard. Both of my cars were trapped. So that's what we did...and he did...and then my neighbor promised to take care of the mailbox. I wonder what that means? And how am I supposed to get my mail in the meantime? I don't think they'll deliver to THIS.

Thanks to Ethan for the photographic evidence.














