The day after Christmas was my turn to deliver mail again. It is not my favorite job but it does pay very well, especially for a part time job in this area. In the spring and fall it is actually kind of nice as the color and shape of the landscape changes weekly. I hate driving the route in the cold, and even more in the snow.
The trip was a stressful event. I knew with the snow it wouldn't be fun, but I did think I could accomplish it. That was BEFORE I got stuck in the Post Office Parking lot before I'd even started driving the route. I called home and ask them to bring the truck and a tow rope. Then I remembered Earl was here for Christmas and he had the 4 wheel van he bought which was previously a postal carrier vehicle - still complete with the red and blue striping.
(I would insert a picture of it here, but he hasn't sent me one in spite of my requests.)
So, to make a long, tedious story short, I had him drive me on the route. We did quite well on the first portion until we came to a drift that was nearly 3 feet high all the way across the roadway and about 15 feet across. Not even the BIG 4X4s could traverse that. We detoured back to town and approached the route from another direction. Fortunately, the other drifts we came across were smaller, but the van still effectively became a snow plow. It took nearly 2 1/2 hours extra to finish delivering the mail on Saturday versus a "normal" day.
As much as my brother irritates me at times (lots of times, actually), I'm still grateful for his help. He was a lifesaver. And every once in a while he does things that make up for all the times he as really ****** me off. Thank you, Earl.
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He does have his moments.
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