Mail Truck...

Today I came home a little early from work. I checked the mail, as usual, but noticed the mail truck was outside our house. I just figured the post-person had walked to another house. We live in a rear-entry neighborhood, so I didn't see the front of the house again for a while.

A couple hours later, Hubs and I were driving past the front of the house and I noticed the mail truck was still there, and the interior light was on. That was very out of place and I got a little nervous. All sorts of thoughts ran through my head: Where is the mail person? Why is the light on? Are they trapped in the back of the truck? Did they get kidnapped? Are they dead in the back of the truck? I decided to call the police when we got home.

I somehow always end up callin 911 even if I'm calling the non-emergency number. About ten minutes later the police rang the doorbell. He asked me for the details I knew and then called the postal service. Turns out the truck was broken down and a tow truck was coming to pick it up! Whew! I expressed to the policeman that I was concerned someone had died in the back of the truck. He said he'd actually had a call similar to this one once at a restaurant and that was exactly what had happened. Glad that wasn't the case for us!