Roadkill

Our mailbox is the latest victim of the snowplow driver. The poor thing was backed over last summer by the contractor. That's OK, he also took out the neighbor's marten house. Equal opportunity brain fart.

I do feel rather badly about this. We put up a brand-new, shiny mailbox last summer because the old one had mysterious dents, scratches and rust. All that wasn't really much of a issue but we have had quite a lot of work done on this house and the mailbox looked rather incongruous, ratty as it was.

I know where the dents and scratches came from. Yes, I do. It's that damned snowplow driver and his Beast from Gargantua. When we get more than a couple of inches of snow he comes roaring by anytime between 5 a.m. and whenever. Normally he isn't so close to the curb that he would actually hit the mailbox but this morning he must have been pissed because we had the cars in the street so we could shovel the driveway. He had to come back around for a second pass which obviously, at least to me it's obvious, annoyed him to the point that he cut right in to the curb, fountaining a 3 month accumulation of snow, ice and rocks up into the yard.

And took out the mailbox. It's barely hanging off the post, sort of laid on its side, red flag moving idly in the breeze. I suppose I should go out and bungee cord it back up on the post or the mailman may take offense.