The postal strike

I'm afraid that the humour here will be lost on our transatlantic cousins and possibly some English folk too, unless you are in the habit of watching childrens TV.




So the post office are in trouble financially, the amount of letters being sent has dropped considerably over the past year or so and as a result revenue is down. Now postal workers are going on strike over expected changes in working practices. Pardon me for appearing smug, but, I recently watched a documentary about a rural postie, who we were led to believe was one of their best employees. Watching this man at work was a joke, almost every day there was a minor disaster like getting his van stuck in a muddy field or have a herd of cattle blocking the road. And why oh why did he always stop to help every Tom Dick and Harry, leaving his van, and the post, unattended while he trundled off to do someone a good turn, it’s all very well helping people out but this man seems to be making a career of it.

I’m all for people having pets but this particular chap had a little cat that went everywhere with him and at times it was a positive nuisance but then again the cat quite often showed more common sense than our country postie. Now we come to some of my ideas to save a bit of money, I take it that the documentary regarding this postman is fairly typical of what goes on in the country so with that in mind how about getting someone to deliver the mail to more than twenty people a day, I feel certain that with a little effort a larger area could be covered. Then we come to transport, why did this mail man have access to several types of vehicle, ok so he’s in the country and has to cover quite a large area, so a bicycle is out of the question, forgive me if I appear stupid but I cannot see any benefit in a motorcycle and sidecar, surely the van is much more practical. What really got my goat when watching this programme was the time when it had been snowing heavily and all of the roads were blocked, it was the birthday of a local girl and her present was at the sorting office, so what did our intrepid postie do? He fired up the specially converted helicopter, complete with cat seat, and used it to deliver this solitary parcel. I’ll admit it was an exceedingly nice thing to do and the little girl was as pleased as punch with her new ice skates, but surely the cost of this one delivery far outweighed the postage paid. So here is my advice to the Post Office, get up to Greendale and sack that useless postman Pat, get rid of the helicopter and motorcycle and employ someone who will get stuck in and deliver the post instead of arsing about all day everyday.