|My husband off to replace the mailbox with a new one|
A drunk ran into the telephone pole across the street from my house.
The phone company, right away, had their trucks out there to put in a new pole and wires. Which is wonderful costumer service.
Unfortunately, they saw fit to park their big ass truck right on top of ours and our neighbors mailboxes. Both are smashed flat and the posts they had sat on is in splinters.
Huh? They could have at least apologized for the disruption in mail service until such time as when they replaced our damaged mailboxes, but no. Not even a note. They just went away.
Hubby is out buying a new mailbox and a new post to put it on.
On the bright side, no one shot our mailbox this time.