First I would like to say that I know I do not live in the safest neighborhood. I can understand how a mail delivery person may find my block to be quite upsetting. Not only does my neighborhood mail carrier have to worry about pitbulls biting at her ankles, she has to be alert enough to dodge crackheads on the prowl, in search of a fresh rock, and my welfare peeps who get a little angry when their check does not come on time.
That being said, I honestly have a terrible mail carrier. She is constantly talking on her cell phone while delivering mail. .. I often find letters in my mailbox that belong to my neighbor. Many times, my letters are ripped or my packages are beat up. .. I was informed by my carrier over the summer, that I needed to keep my front door closed between 11a.m and 3 p.m. so that she could deliver my mail. Apparently, my dog barked too loud when she came up to the porch. ..I obliged and made sure that my five pound dog did not scare her.
Today, I just could not take it anymore. I wanted to beat the sh!t out of my mail "lady".
When I came home from the grocery store, I noticed her walking down the street. It was snowing and I did not have a chance to shovel, so I expected that my mail box would be empty. I approached her as she walked down the street past my house and I said "Hi. I was just wondering if I had any mail today?" She told me that I did have mail. I asked her if I could have it. That heffa said no. NO????? I cant have my mail? I was pissed. I asked her why. She told me that I could not have my mail , because I needed to shovel. I said, "Ok can you hand it to me then?" She said no again. She then told me she would come back the next day. Mind you, there was like two inches outside, but arent carriers supposed to deliver in extreme conditions?.. So I asked one more time for my mail. She was smiling and said no again. I could not take it. I said" Look, GIVE ME MY FUCKING MAIL!!" She started walking away and was like "Uh Uh "and laughing. She was like "call the post office, my name is Sherry. The number is 73.." I cut her off and I was like " I already know the number, I have called and complained on you so many times. How are you even employed?" She went back to her truck-- no mail for me, but a great view of a mail truck driving away..... It was so hard to hold myself back from doing what I wanted to do: Why cant I just get a nice mail delivery person like they have in the suburbs? A friendly chap, who always delivers with a smile?.. .. I called and complained on her, again. They actually seemed to care this time and said that she could have at least handed me my mail. .. Doesnt this carrier appreciate that I am a loyal USPS customer, and I could have extremely important mail in her bag today. My magazines are coming and I have to keep up with the upcoming spring fashions!!

My Block- The Blue House

Growing up in Flint, Mi has allowed me to observe and share my block with some very interesting people. My neighborhood is low income. However, my block is kind of a mixed crowd. We have some homeowners who handle their business. We also have some renters that like to shake this street up with their constant outburts of randomness.
The people who live next door to me started out cool. They mowed their lawn, watched their 4 kids ( I thought) and didnt have a loose dog constantly roaming my yard. In Flint if a person has these "qualities", they qualify as being good neighbors. It didnt take long for me to realize that the people next door fooled me.
The first indication that something wasnt right with them, was the fact that they let their two yr old roam the block in a soggy diaper and barefoot. The only supervision of the toddler is his 9 yr old sister. He plays in the street and picks through trash. This all before 9 a.m.
One day all of the kids were playing outside, unsupervised as usual. I noticed the 10 yr old girl walking down my driveway. I went to the window and said, "Tiffany, what were you doing in my yard?" Her sister answered for her. " She just peed in your yard." Yes thats right people. The child copped a squat in my yard. You may be asking yourself as I did at the time, why the hell did she pee in my yard? It turns out her mom locked them outside of the house so she could take a nap. Way to flex those parenting skills.... She could have at least peed in her own yard. Where are all of the kids with manners these days?
I observed the kids itching their heads constantly for a few weeks. I called the girls over and asked them if I could look at their hair. I looked down only to see head lice bugs crawling through their hair like they were on a blonde obstacle course. "Does your mom know you have headlice?" I asked. They gleefully answered that she did know that they were infested and had known for weeks. Greeeaaattt.......
Side note: Just the other day I watched the kids as they brought their cats outside to play. Both the girls began sucking on and licking their cats ears. It wasnt something new. I think they do that when they watch t.v. or something. Maybe it is a nervous habit. Well, they didnt stop until one of the sisters said " Wait! We cant lick their ears anymore. Thats gross!" The other sister looked confused and with a mouthfull of calico cat ear said "Whats gross?" Her sister responded, " We cant suck their ears anymore, their OUTSIDE cats now!!" Right, you only suck your cats ears if they stay indoors. What rookie feline ear suckers they are!