A Mailman’s Best Friend

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On the podcast we get stories from all kinds of places, people and now from a mailman’s point of view. Brandon White from somewhere in California sent us this one. We have all had bad days and lived to tell about it. Brandon is no exception, but this was a particularly bad day. Let’s let him tell us about it in a story called A Mailman’s Best Friend.

As I mentioned I am a Mailman. We work the hours it takes to get the job done. Some days it is a grind and on others, it is a whole lot of fun. I once delivered news to a couple that they were winners and in this case to the tune of 10 million dollars. Not all days are fun, not all days are bad. However, most days don’t scare the living pokeroots out of you.  (Umm Brandon used a different word there). 

One day I started my route as I normally do, the truck was only half full and that meant a great day. One of my first deliveries was a darn heavy box. I could not leave the thing in the mailbox and so I had to take it to the door. I grabbed my dolly, loaded the box and headed for the entrance. I rang the bell and there was no answer. In cases like these, it is okay to leave the package if it doesn’t require a signature. This one didn’t so I moved it by the door and started to leave. That’s when a voice said, “Go Away!”

I had no problem with that so I started back down the path. I got about halfway when I heard a loud bang! I turned to see that my package had landed only a few feet short inches away from hitting me. 

“Are you kidding me!” I yelled and started back for the door. Yelling at whomever it was that thought it would be cute to almost hit me.  I got to the porch and there was nothing there. I knocked on the door and rang the bell again. No answer. Not a single car in the driveway and no lights on inside at all. Perplexed and not in good humor I retrieved the box and put it by the door again. Again, the voice came and said, “Go Away!” 

It sounded more like a growl and I was very disturbed. I checked the box for damage and saw that the wood was chipped a bit but it looked alright. I decided to leave it and make haste to my truck. I never made it. This time it was me flying off the porch and landing on the walkway. It was like all the air had been sucked from me and I had to just lie there and gasp.  A moment later the heavy box joined me. I loaded it up and dragged it back to the truck.

Before I left I hastily filled out a “We missed you sticker” and told them they could pick up their package at the post office.  On the reason for non-delivery I checked, uncontrolled animal. 

Brandon White –  California

I am sorry but that made me laugh just a bit. I doubt that at the time you were laughing. My question is; Did the guy ever pick up his package? There was nothing further and so I guess we are left to fill in the blanks. I do want to thank Brandon for sharing this unusual tale and hope that all turned out well for everyone involved.

This Week’s Podcast: On the podcast this week we begin the month of spooky 2021 with a down-right creepy story from the folks at Quiet Please. This one has an Egyptian feel to it and is titled Whence Came You. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link

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One thought on “A Mailman’s Best Friend

  1. That story is, as Jim Harold would put it, a head scratcher. What an unusual story! Love it! (Although Brandon probably didn’t love it while it was happening!)

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