stranger than fiction: Anticipation

Well, the USPS did it again. This time I was the recipient of someone else's mail. Last night I opened my mailbox to find a bunch of magazines and catalogs crammed in haphazardly (is that a word?) and I got what I could out of the mailbox. Some pieces of mail fell out from inside the little mail building where the letter carrier does her "work" and I'm sure they were shoved into someone else's mailbox today. ANYWAY, I go home to meet up with my mother and a friend of hers that came down to visit this past weekend, and as I'm going through the mail in front of them, I see a magazine wrapped in blue plastic. I can see the back page of the magazine, and for some reason this month it looks like this particular magazine decided to show a shot of the models from behind, and reverse the name of the magazine on top. It was a Playboy magazine, with Hef's three girlfriends in lacy panties with their asses hanging out. I looked at the address of where it was supposed to go - nowhere near my house. I'm sure there is a man in the resort anxiously anticipating his issue of Playboy so he can finally see what Hef gets to see every night.
I didn't have time this morning to go to the post office to give them a piece of my mind, but I'm going first thing tomorrow morning. I didn't care about seeing lacy ass cheeks, but what if I was totally against nudie magazines? This letter carrier has gotten way too freaking lazy to keep her job. How hard can it be to stand in a building and put mail in mailboxes? She doesn't even deliver large packages to our houses - if a package is too big for the mailboxes at the mail building, then she leaves a note in our mailbox saying we have to drive into town to the post office to pick it up.

I'm ready to move out of the resort. It has gotten more aggravating than enjoyable.