Princess Sara Land

Monday, July 12, 2004

When Mail was Fun

Do you remember when the mailbox held endless possibilities for excitement? You know that feeling you used to get before real life happened when you'd get home from school and just couldn't wait to open that box, hoping that something, anything would be in there for you?

I remember one day when my dad and I went to check the box, I got upset that nothing came for me; that was the day that I designated myself 'Resident' (aka-'[Random Name] Or Current Resident'). From that point forward, I got mail on a near daily basis. The missing children cards (the white ones with blue writing) upset me because I was sure those kids were all fated for death, so I stopped reading those, but everything else was mine.

Do you remember the Mini Page in your local newspaper? It only came on Sundays but it was full of games and comics and it was for kids only. That made up for not getting mail on Sundays.

It makes me sad that I now dread checking the mail because the electric bill may be exorbitant this month or because our 401K may be losing money. I remember that when my daddy would pick me up from daycare in the afternoons, he would stop the car at the mailbox and pick up the mail and he would always sing, "Bills, bills, and more bills' in a goofy voice that always made me laugh. Then he'd turn into the driveway and speed up really fast and slam on the brakes right before he hit the garage. It was like my very own roller coaster.

Those were the days.

Tell me about it: 2 comments

2 Comments:

There is nothing more dreadful to me than the mailbox. I am quite fortunate that I live in a house with two men who are equally willing to check the mail as they are to kill spiders and pick the rare dead animal out of the yard.

When I lived alone I used to procrastinate checking my mail so long that the mailman could no longer fit anymore mail in my box. I would carry armloads of it in, and set myself to the most unpleasant task of sorting it.

Mail is never fun. People are more likely to call you on the phone or send you an email if they want to drop you a pleasant note. If you are expecting a package to be delivered (well, if *I* am expecting a package to be delivered) then you might as well send it to your office rather than your home -- because at least you KNOW you'll be there.

Mail = evil.

Maybe it's the stark, disinfected, emotionless tone that most companies choose to present for their bills.

Maybe I'd look forward to it if they used warm tones, and flattery.

"Hello, Melissa.

You look amazing today! Love that new top! By the way, you owe us $125.64. See you soon.

Smooches!
YourCreditCardCompany."

See? Isn't that more pleasant?

By M. Meyer, at 6:17 AM

That would totally kick ass!

"Dear Sara,

My, don't you look thin today! That argument you had with Josh the other night? We agree with you!

Would you mind sending in $50.00 when it's convenient for you? No rush, we understand rent is due soon.

Love,
The Bank"

You kick ass Melissa!

By Princess Sara, at 10:19 AM