Mr. Dugmore,
It has come to a point where the people of this town get nervous and hostile when they see me coming down their street. They need someone to blame and, being the only postman servicing this area, I understand why I have become the target of these negative emotions. I don't like it but I understand.
This letter situation has been happening for at least a month now. Handwritten letters and sometimes typed letters, all of which I have to personally shove into their mail boxes as I move along my route. All of these letters are anonymous, or so I'm told.
Everything being digital now, when it first started happening, Cathy and I made jokes about how snail mail was making a comeback! Now that everything is online, things had really slowed down at the post shop. Well, until recently that is.
I don't know what kind of information these letters contain, nor do I want to know. It's none of my business. I just deliver them. I'll tell you one thing for sure, they have everyone on edge.
I have asked people I have known for...well, since I was a little kid....people who have received these letters and who would usually confide in me....I have asked these people what is going on? They choose not to talk about it. They stay silent or they change the subject. Then they close their doors. Some of these people have received only one whereas others have received up to ten letters. Apart from the kids, or at least everyone under 18 years of age, I have delivered at least one letter to almost everyone in town by now.
Sitting in the RSL two nights ago, having a few beers with the boys, the atmosphere was not good. You don't have to be a genius to see people are upset and unsettled. That night there were two fights that erupted out of nowhere. I won't tell you who was involved because there is enough gossip going around at the moment.
The tension has become palatable. People don't want to receive these letters yet at the same time, it's obvious to me they don't want to feed them back into the system as 'undeliverable'. As 'return to sender'. The residents on my route meet me at the gate now and snatch these bloody letters out of my hands. As I say, they need someone to blame.
If a letter has the correct postage and a legitimate address, then I am responsible for the delivery of that letter. No two ways about it. I am not responsible for the contents. That is what the people of this town don't seem to understand.
Anyway, I thought I should tell someone in case there are any problems down the line. So there it is. For the record.
Kind regards,
It has come to a point where the people of this town get nervous and hostile when they see me coming down their street. They need someone to blame and, being the only postman servicing this area, I understand why I have become the target of these negative emotions. I don't like it but I understand.
This letter situation has been happening for at least a month now. Handwritten letters and sometimes typed letters, all of which I have to personally shove into their mail boxes as I move along my route. All of these letters are anonymous, or so I'm told.
Everything being digital now, when it first started happening, Cathy and I made jokes about how snail mail was making a comeback! Now that everything is online, things had really slowed down at the post shop. Well, until recently that is.
I don't know what kind of information these letters contain, nor do I want to know. It's none of my business. I just deliver them. I'll tell you one thing for sure, they have everyone on edge.
I have asked people I have known for...well, since I was a little kid....people who have received these letters and who would usually confide in me....I have asked these people what is going on? They choose not to talk about it. They stay silent or they change the subject. Then they close their doors. Some of these people have received only one whereas others have received up to ten letters. Apart from the kids, or at least everyone under 18 years of age, I have delivered at least one letter to almost everyone in town by now.
Sitting in the RSL two nights ago, having a few beers with the boys, the atmosphere was not good. You don't have to be a genius to see people are upset and unsettled. That night there were two fights that erupted out of nowhere. I won't tell you who was involved because there is enough gossip going around at the moment.
The tension has become palatable. People don't want to receive these letters yet at the same time, it's obvious to me they don't want to feed them back into the system as 'undeliverable'. As 'return to sender'. The residents on my route meet me at the gate now and snatch these bloody letters out of my hands. As I say, they need someone to blame.
If a letter has the correct postage and a legitimate address, then I am responsible for the delivery of that letter. No two ways about it. I am not responsible for the contents. That is what the people of this town don't seem to understand.
Anyway, I thought I should tell someone in case there are any problems down the line. So there it is. For the record.
Kind regards,
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