There's a very funny scene in the movie Funny Farm where, upon moving out to the country, Chevy Chase and his wife are forced to deal with an insane mailman, who destroys property, rages down the road at 70 mph, and chucks their mail out the window in the general vicinity of their mailbox. Carey and I have decided that the thing that makes this scene so funny is that it's happening to someone else and not to us.

Until now.

Unfortunately, our mailperson is hellbent on cramming our mail into our little 4" X 8" box, caveman-style, with what seems to be a billy club. Every piece of mail we've received thusfar has been mangled, crammed, crunched, tattered, battered, and nearly unsalvagable. Carey and I are the sort of lazy twerps who will sometimes go several days without checking the mailbox. Not these days, professor. More mail in the box means more two-fisted abuse, so we keep fairly dilligent.

But this begs the question: what does one do with an abusive mailperson? Do we report this to the post office? These people are operating on a hair trigger as it is.

I'm sure this'll all come to an eventual head, but.. who knows how or when.