Not quite Newcastle, but you’re close. 
Anyway, I’m originally from near Birmingham, so don’t be expecting any of that “h’away” shite!
Well whaddya know? I’ve got some Brummie mates living in some run down, flea bitten, rat infested pad in Erdington.
Perhaps you could translate for me next time as I haven’t a bleeding clue what they are talking about, accents and local dialects doncha know.
They sound like a badly tuned acoustic guitar with 2 broken strings.
Me on the other hand can speak proper English like what it should be said
Where on earth is Erdington?
As for translating, it’s still a mystery to me. You should try my tried and tested method of nodding in all the right places.
Now, that’s good advice for all occasions… 
SJSB, where is Erdington? WHERE IS ERDINGTON?
Hour yow shower yower frum brum? Or something like that.
Anyway, you two, get a fucking room, already.
spogga, SE PA, is presumably South East Pennsylvania, US of A, which means that ratty lives in the middle of nowhere, or on the outskirts of Philadelphia, as it is sometimes called.
You’re from Brummigum and you don’t know where Erdington is?
Suffering dogfish!!! it’s a suburb of said place, quite posh actually, they have a tree.
Yes sorry Great Unwashed Person, I realise this has gone on long enough and it isn’t a chat room. Quite good accent there BTW.
The middle of nowhere Eh?
Bit like Birmingham then.
Apologies to all, the chat is finished (psst SJSB e-mail me, the natives are getting restless)
Wait! Didn’t they use that tree to make that matchmaker’s sign? You know:
**Looking for a mate?
Your one true love?
'e’s over 'ere at ta pub,
ya daft bugger!**
salutes spogga. There will be an email winging its way to you soon.
And I said I was from near Birmingham, damnit!
Yeah, so back to the Post Office thing…
Yeah back to the post office thing.
Well after a relaxing day wallowing in the misery that is a football fans whose fave team has been beaten by it’s bitterest rivals I have consoled myself thus
A) It will be raining tomorrow
B) I will have about 8-10 sacks of mail to deliver
C) Management will be their usually cheery souls
D) The object of my original post, Mrs Agnes Asshole will be eagerly waiting for her wet mail
E) I will be repeating all of this from now until Xmas Eve, aren’t I a lucky little bugger.
Here’s my favourite postman story. A few years ago at the office it was midday and we hadn’t received our post (which normally arrived at 9.30 a.m.) so my boss phoned the post office to find out why and they told her “The postman’s sick.” This was a Dublin City Centre office mind you. And according to my boss the guy who answered the phone sounded like he was locked (drunk).
I love Ireland, I really do.
My husband said that according to his postmaster, they’re not technically supposed to receive “monetary compensation” for the holidays. He’s not sure if that’s nationwide, or just a local thing that perhaps she made up to not have to deal with the “my substitute took my tip” “did not, it just said ‘postman’ on it, not your name” “did too, I’m the regular carrier” arguments that inevitably seem to reach the supervisors.
BiblioCat - either your post office doesn’t have enough regular carriers to cover your route, or the person on it can’t do overtime and gives away that part of the route each day. I’d say don’t tip, if you don’t have the same carrier each day or close.
I love my mailman–everyone does. He even has a book about him (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0516230158/qid=1071523472/sr=1-9/ref=sr_1_9/103-8412294-2567802?v=glance&s=books)
I bought it for my 2-year old, who has a fascination with mail trucks.
He stopped us in town one day to make sure we got a package he left for us because no one came when he rang the bell. Dominic rocks!
As long as people are asking about gifts ideas for the mailman:
It was George the Mailman’s last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighborhood. When he arrived at the first house on his route he was greeted by the whole family there, who roundly and soundly congratulated him and sent him on his way with a tidy gift envelope. At the second house they presented him with a box of fine cigars. The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing lures. At the fourth house, he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful woman in a revealing negligee. She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door (which she closed behind him), and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced. When he had had enough they went downstairs, where she fixed him a giant breakfast: eggs, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, and fresh-squeezed orange juice. Then he was truly satisfied. She poured him a cup of steaming coffee. As she was pouring, he noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup’s bottom edge. “All this was just too wonderful for words,” he said, “but what’s the dollar for?” “Well,” she said, "last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you. I asked him what to give you and he said; “Fuck him. Give him a dollar. " The breakfast was my own idea.”
I’m not in a really rural place and our mailbox is at the end of the driveway. Even when it rains our mail is nice and dry since the delivery person just takes it out of his nice dry truck and puts it in our nice dry mailbox.
**zig ** Your tale reminds me of a true story.
Dave xxxxx a postie at our place was telling us that some years ago he got to a house and having a packet to big for the box he rang the bell. Lady comes to door with a towel on her head wearing a bathrobe. “You look wet postie” “I’m absolutely soaked” replies Dave.
“Well I’ve got a nice hot bath if you want to join me”
Dave got back over 2 hours later than normal after his delivery and had the cheek to book overtime.
Cheeky bastard.
Spogga, forget these soft, SE PA types. You’ve got a Lancashire lass by heritage in SW PA (Southeast and southwest Pennsylvania, in the USA) who also likes your style. Not only do I understand Lancastrian, I also give foot rubs. Besides, I figure I may have to make up for years of Christmas packages coming from Granny and Grandad about 20 miles north of you. If you want proof, e-mail me, and my last name alone should cover it.
I can’t believe a woman in Manchester apparently fails to understand that things get wet when it rains. In Arizona, maybe, but not in Manchester. Good luck, lad, and you are appreciated.
CJ
Hopefully the warm bath relaxed the lady and he could squeeze his packet into the box successfully. And come to think of it, hopefully she got her bell rung as many times as she needed.
dirty, dirty, diiiiirty…
Sorry to rain on this parade, but I never get wet mail, even though I live in one of the wettest parts of North America. Could be that my mail delivery is contracted out. My local newspaper does get wet however, but it is delivered by a handicapped couple who sometimes forget that even though it isn’t raining that it could in 5 minutes. No big deal really.
I used to be a paper boy. My customers got dry newspapers. Have you tried lining your bag with a garbage bag?
Your customers deserve to be treated with respect and deference . You’d be surprised how much better you’ll be treated if you show respect for their concerns.
You have to open that garbage bag at some point, and the water comes in then, too. Either that or if you have an overburdened route, the supervisors scream at you for taking too long because you’re being careful with the mail, as conditions like weather (rain/snow) and darkness are not supposed to add to your delivery time.
My husband has a ton of respect for his customers - until a few weeks ago, they included our neighbors and our own house, as he delivered the route we live on, and had for many years. He’s since changed to a different one nearby. So yes, he delivered his route exactly the way that he would want his own mail to be delivered, because he did deliver it.
Besides, he’d have to fear our neighbors knocking on our door too if he had too many complaints…
** grienspace ** No I have’nt considered lining my bag with a garbage bag and what’s more have no intention of.
If the powers that be can’t come up with a waterproof bag after years in the business then that is their problem.
Also for your info I am treated well by the majority of my customers but there is always one dipstick.