I must have had a package in my load for yesterday’s mail that had a quart of molasses in it.
I say “had” because it works on so many different levels.
I had one…..and I had a package that, at some point in the shipping project, “had” a quart of molasses in it.
By the time the day was done, my Jeep had a quart of molasses in it….but it was uncontained….spread around…..sticky on the mail and on me.
That’s why it’s important to pack an Amazon shipment carefully…..because, at some point, on down the line, some schmoo like me is going to be in the parking lot of a big taxidermy supply store, frantically trying to figure out why everything is covered in brown sticky goo.
It’s hard to trace the “leaker” when everything is sticky.
Anyway…..the package was the third one I bagged….and by the time I realized the that bagging the first two hadn’t had any effect on stemming the flow, my final tray of mail was full of sticky goodness.
And they wonder at corporate why it takes so long to deliver the mail.
We have a protocol for handling leaking packages….but tasting things that smell familiar isn’t part of the deal…..so I resisted, even though I was pretty sure it was molasses.
It could have bee some kind of sweet and child-friendly paint stripper.
A mailman has to be careful.
Between the dogs and the poison….there are a lot of things that want to kill me out there in the world.
I must stay vigilant.