don’t tailgate the mailman

amish buggy rearI’m a victim of circumstance.

That’s what a winner believes, isn’t it?

I don’t know why people want to tailgate the mailman.

We have flashers…we have signage…we only stop at the mailboxes.

It’s not hard to tell who we are and what we’re doing.

So why all the tailgating?

It’s a real pain in the rear.

My old Jeep Cherokee is a slow mobile.  It isn’t fast on a good day downhill.  It’s slow pulling away from the 450th stop of the day.

If you get behind me, you can expect to have to slow down, too.

It’s not something I do to be irritating…it’s just the nature of the beast.

So please…don’t tailgate the mailman…I’ve got enough on my mind without worrying about you and your lead foot.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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