I used to say post it, now I say mail it,
I used to say postman, but now I say mailman,
I used say post office, but now I say… um… hang on a mo. Cancel the music. What do I say nowadays?
Actually I still say post office. In one of the many quirks of transatlantic differences in English, although I can now only send and receive mail (not post – a post here is a thing sticking out of the ground) I send it using the United States Postal Service (USPS). But what I never do, is pick up my letters from the door mat because I don’t have a letterbox. I have a mailbox instead.
The best thing about having a mailbox is that it comes with a red lever on the side. If I want to post (mail!) a letter and I have the right stamp, I can pop it in my own mailbox and lift up the lever. That tells my mailman to pick up as well as drop off my… mail. The worst thing about it is going out to get the mail in the rain – a first world problem, I know. But what I love about mailboxes is the whole world of opportunity for self-expression out there – in mailbox choices. Here’s a snapshot of the range available, all spotted during our dog walk yesterday. It made me think of this guy:
So let’s start with the GOOD ones we saw. There was this one. This was my favourite:
Now we all know that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so to allow for variance in taste, I will also add this one:
I don’t love it and suspect it might be their summer mailbox. Yes. I kid you not. People have seasonal mailbox in these parts. I am not making that up. Anyway, that goes in the good category, I think, along with this one:
I have NO idea why there is a mummy mailbox and three little baby mailboxes here, but it does look cute and there are many examples of shared mailboxes (although generally they are all of a similar size). This one I thought looked good.
But what about the BAD mailboxes? Lots of them are pretty bad to be honest. Ours is just a metal can on a stick. It wobbles and is so boring I couldn’t be bothered to take a photo of it. Everyone else on our little street, however, has one like this. I don’t like ’em. Way too much function. No sign of aesthetic taste whatsoever:
This is a bad mailbox. And it is common. We even spotted one with no house anywhere in sight. What’s that all about then??
And finally I have my two offerings for UGLY. These two are on the same road, almost directly opposite each other. I wonder which came first. Is there a story here – of neighbourhood tension and one-upmanship perhaps?
The one of the left is a slab of something. Slate? I’m not sure. Anyway it’s ridiculous. And the one on the right seems to me to be taking stone-cladding to a whole new and hilarious level. Both ugly. But which is the worst? You decide.