Maybe itís the season talking (and maybe you donít want to hear about it), but there are days when, if I didnít have to go to the post office, I wouldnít leave the house at all. Thereís a good reason why we have the company mail sent to a post office box, though. At least, there used to be. Anyway, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
It was actually the Bossís idea. When I moved out here to the Big Woods, it would have been tempting to have the company mail sent here, so that I wouldnít have to leave the house. But that was the problem, as he saw it. If I never had to leave the house, I wouldnít ever leave the house. For some reason he didnít think that was good for me. I guess he knew me pretty well and didnít want me to become any more of a hermit than I already was.
Thereís also the privacy issue. I donít broadcast my personal information to creditors and salespeople, and as a result no one knocks on my door looking for money that I donít have and wouldnít spend if I did. Thereís no use talking to me about buying construction materials, since I donít do the purchasing. And nobody ever got paid any faster by talking to me. You can take that to the bank. The Boss makes all those decisions, way over there across Plum Creek.