Had a real dirtbag for a while. EVERYBODY around me it seems had called on him. My dad once found a small package they had been waiting for the post office to deliver for a couple weeks. It had been marked as delivered a week after it was delivered, but still no sign of it even another week later. Dad happened to find it sitting on the rear tire of a tractor in the back corner of his lean-to full of tractors. No houses or close neighbors nearby, dad figured he decided to go for a self guided tour after seeing their vehicles weren't there, and forgot and left it on the tractor in the lean-to. They were only gone during that period for an hour or 2 of a few days of that 2 week period. Dad called the post office and asked if it was normal for their carriers to look through the stuff of people that weren't home. They must have mentioned it to him, as he was delivering a package a couple days later and dad happened to walk around the corner of the house as he threw a package from his car on Tony he porch 20' away. That got him another call in, and nothing done. A friend called the local post office after the guy would seemingly hold mail, bills, medication, for an entire week, only stopping about once or twice a week, and then stuffing the mailbox full. After getting nowhere with the local PO on numerous occasions, he called the regional branch, in Grand Rapids I believe. That didn't seem to do anything either, so he finally gave up, and like the rest of us, just waited for his retirement. I had a problem with him throwing packages over my fence from the driveway onto the porch. He didn't notice me working on my garage roof when I took a day off. I lived with that. He then decided that he would start spinning out in the stone I have in the approach to the mailbox, to keep the mud off their vehicles. I fixed it each day to keep the stone off the pavement so cars wouldn't run over it. Then after about 2 weeks of him doing that everyday, I raked it into little humps for him to drive over, maybe let him think about it. The next day he literally brake torqued the entire length of that stone, which was packed solidly down into the gravel before he started tearing it up, and actually trenched the full length of the mailbox approach, throwing the stone into my yard. He then pulled into my driveway, spun up my driveway and had stone from my driveway entirely across the paved road in front of my house into the grass in front of my shop across the road, threw a package out the window onto the porch and spun out on his way out. I was working in my shop when he did it, and I normally don't get too worked up, but I was pretty ticked. I called on him, and his supervisor said she was sorry, and I told him that I knew every one of my neighbors and my dad's neighbors 5 miles away had called on him. She said they had had many complaints about him and would talk to him. I told that seemed to be working well since he hadn't changed the way he'd done anything, and that if I had 3 calls in on me for something I'd deliberately done, I'd be fired. Luckily that poor excuse of a worker retired finally this winter, so all of us neighbors don't have to sort and deliver the mail to each other anymore, after he just threw it in piles in each box with many different names on it. The new mail girl we have now is great! Real nice, polite, brings the packages up to the front door and knocks. Mail is here everyday around 11, rain or shine, she does a real good job.
