No, they aren’t. You’re straining gnats and swallowing camels. They did not poke through the mailbox like thieves looking for social security checks. They peeked over the flap to see whether they had the right house. This was two elderly gentlemen smiling from the porch, not two street toughs with ski masks wielding Klingon blades.
I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were with them.
But was their mission so bloody important that they had to open the mailbox at all? Why not call first? Or ask the neighbors on either side, “We’re looking for Joe Baggadonuts…does he still live there?” They didn’t have any right to do anything to Sanibel’s mailbox in the course of their reconnoitering. Other people’s mailboxes are off limits, end of story.
BTW: “Straining gnats and swallowing camels”? Never heard that before. How’s that work?
And who, besides you (and maybe county) suggested otherwise?
And who, besides you (and note even county) suggested otherwise?
Maybe I’m having trouble reading, but I keep looking at the OP title, and it still doesn’t say, “Two street toughs with ski masks wielding Klingon blades looked for a social security check in my mailbox!”
Maybe I can swallow a camel, but I’m having trouble swallowing what you’re offering.
Daniel
It’s Matthew 23:24, but Matthew 23:23 gives the background. Here’s a link to the KJ version.
Lib, you’re off your nut.
For everyone’s sake, please try to remember the first rule of hole-digging, O.K.?
Ah, a perfect excuse to use my signature. Thank you once again, minty green.
Just use this handy mnemonic: “It’s an exit, not an entrance” 
So that’s why I was so sore when I woke up this morning. I wondered what happened.
Kidding. Don’t worry about it, at least as far as my gender goes. Dunno why the “Man” in “SanibelMan” didn’t tip you off, but anyway.
And to make another point: I had my 18-month-old son with me. I had no idea who these people were or what their motivation was. I’m not in a position to physically confront anyone anyway, and I’m certiainly not when I’m carrying Michael around in my arms. But like I said, I called the church, said my peace and consider the matter closed unless they bother me again.
And I think a number of people have made the relevant points about the sanctity of my mailbox. Don’t open it unless you have my permission or you’re the postman. These guys were neither and the person I spoke to from the church said their “visitors” had been told not to look in mailboxes and the point would be restated.
Bullshit! I’m NOT a Baptist… or a Bible thumper… but… BULL SHIT!
Could you, um… maybe be more specific?
Yes, what the hell do you mean by ‘bullshit’? Do you think he is lying or something?
Can we get a little clarity here? What exactly did they do involving the mailbox? Did they lift the flap? IS there a flap? Actually riffle through the contents? Or did they just glance in to see if the box was full or empty?
How long have you lived there? Long enough that the previous resident couldn’t be, um, still around?
You see, what I’m thinking of is the time one of our church members didn’t show up. As it happens, she was supposed to be someplace that day and nobody heard from her. A couple of the guys finally went to check quite late in the evening. She’d fallen and hit her head, maybe had a stroke too. She’d been dead since the previous day. Nice lady, in my own group. Yep, Baptists. (Baptist Union of Western Canada)
Anyway, I can see someone checking up, although it sounds like they must have taken their time about it.
They looked in a mailbox, big fucking deal. Gonna call 911, I think not. Maybe shout “hey, get outta my mailbox” This thread is about religious intolerance.
(Note: this post should not be construed as endorsing or condoning inappropriate mailbox conduct)
Environmentalist POUNDED on my door today
I’d be very pissed if I saw someone not associated with the USPS looking in my mailbox. I also get very pissed at anybody over the age of 18 knocking on my door uninvited. If I feel the need for a new religion/new windows I will call the appropriate person and invite them to my home, thankyouverymuch. People who come to my door uninvited are the equivalent of Spammers and neither will get ANYWHERE with me.
A few weeks back, I was at home with the kiddies. I was at my desk, straight doping, when I saw a strange man in his mid 20’s walk past my window and toward my front door. I looked out the window and saw no car, which was my second clue that he was selling something that I didn’t want. I hollered to the children not to answer the door and then walked past the front door with its semi-transparent glass panels (so he could see my shadow walk by) and back to the study to continue doping.
He rang the doorbell and the dog went ballistic. I ignored it and continued doping. He waited a minute, and then rang again. Dog went ballistic again and I continued doping. Waited about 30 seconds, then he started POUNDING on the glass panes. This infuriated me but I STILL did not dignify his rudeness with a response. Let me clue you in, fellah: There’s no law that says I have to answer my door, even when I’m clearly home. Then he pounded on the glass pane to the point that I thought he’d break it WHILE ringing the doorbell incessantly. I was actually hoping he’d break the glass so I could call the cops on him. After about 30 seconds of this, he FINALLY got the hint and stopped ringing.
About 5 minutes later, Mr. Pundit came home with a bunch of loose papers in his hand. He put them down and I saw it was from some environmental PAC. ARGH! Apparently the obnoxious salesman had seen Mr. Pundit pull into our driveway so he came back down the street to ensnare him. Gave a spiel about clean water and asked Mr. Pundit to sign a petition, which he did. Then he asked for a donation, which my husband complied with, to the tune of TWENTY BUCKS. (!) That wasn’t good enough for the dude. Handed him a paper with a letter to the President of our local power plant chastising him for polluting the water, which he wanted Mr. Pundit to copy onto a piece of paper and sign. Mr. Pundit said that there was no way he was going to do that, but the guy laughed at him like he was some petulant child and said he’d be around later that evening to collect it. He never did return. I imagine he went off to enjoy a nice dinner with Mr. Pundit’s $20.
Honestly, I don’t know who I was madder at: the obnoxious, pushy environmentalist or my spineless husband for encouraging more of the same. I don’t care what you’re selling. If you weren’t invited here, then get the hell off my property.
Well, you kinda have to answer the door to tell someone to get the hell off your property, he probably thought you were getting dressed or something.
Well, we have CrankyAsAnOldMan, and I believe she’s a woman. Also, I am Libertarian, but I am not an Arian.
That was my first thought too. Several years ago, a lady on my parent’s block, drowned in the tub and wasn’t found until her husband came home. He drove an 18-wheeler for a living and wasn’t found until he came home a few days later.
It’s fine to be upset about them looking in the mailbox and peeking in the window, but I’d give them a free pass if I thought they were doing it because they were worried about a church member.
Please leave us homosexuals out of this… I’m OUTRAGED, do you hear me? OUTRAGED!
Survivor - Who always enjoys looking at Male Boxes… But it’s MUCH more fun when the men are at home
Ooh! Oooh! I’ve got it! “Baptists Rubbed My Flesh!” 