Each day (appropriate day) I back my car out of the garage and drive 3 blocks to get the mail. I make a U turn, stop, get out of the car, find my mail, return to the car, drive back 3 blocks to the house, park inside the garage, close the garage door, go inside the house and look at my mail.
If I get 5 pieces of mail, at least 4 will be from someone asking me for money. No, not because I owe them anything, they are asking for donations to some worthy cause. In my world, there are fewer and fewer worthy causes. Yesterday, I received 4 worthy causes. Two of them wanted me to hurry because they had matching grants. I give $100; it becomes $200.
I keep thinking: if they would use the postal money on research instead of "gimme" letters, maybe all sickness would be cured.
TRUTH: 2 YEARS AGO I sent $50 to the Alzheimer's people. I have my reasons. Within 2 weeks I began to receive more requests from them for MORE MORE MORE. I can't say why I did it, but I began to keep track of their requests. I would receive 2 to 3 or MORE every week. One particular day, I received 3 requests at the same time.
I know they get a discount on postage; they don't pay what normal humans pay. By the end of the year, using what nor. hum. pay as a measure, they had spent $100 to my $50. I don't know. Maybe it is a good policy. Yes, there are more than one Alzheimer organizations. A doctor told me that dementia doesn't get much attention but Alzheimer's is the money trip. So each fund raisers stresses their Alz connection to the fullest.
Finally, I mailed one of the complete packets back with an attached letter explaining what they were doing. I ended by stating, "This year I am not sending any money to you. Instead, I am going to write a check directly to the Post Office in order to eliminate the middle man."
They didn't figure it out. Now, when they send something, I check to see if they enclosed a nickel or a dime (another ploy). Once I get the good stuff out of the envelope, it goes to the trash. I know this is a bad attitude. I hate myself for it. But, why should I finance my own mailings?
I got off the title subject.
Driving to the mailbox, I saw an elementary age boy walking into a cul-de-sac (bet you didn't know I could speak French). This boy was about 4 ft tall, sandy hair. It is 49 degreeseseesee (shiver) out there. The kid had on a pair of blue shorts and a T-shirt. I thought, "at least he is wearing shoes." My eyes were fooling me. Up closer, I saw no shoes. He was barefoot walking on the curb. You know how you walk along a log to keep from falling off. That's the kid.
Walking into the cul-de-sac, I figures he lives there and is going home from a failed play date. 49 degrees. C'mon. Doesn't he have parents? I know, they are at work. No school today.
I continued to the mailbox. Let's say 5 minutes pass. I am driving back home. There is this same stupid kid walking on the curb towards my house. He has apparently walked around the circle and is headed north. A full block he has trudged. Stupid Kid. I rolled my eyes and parked the car.
As a P.S. TODAY'S MAIL: Request from a children's hospital far away and a request from Consumer Reports for MORE MORE MORE. The hospital has sent me 5 greeting cards. I will package these up and give to an old folks home soon. Cons Rpts has offered me the chance to win a $41,000 car.