Going Postal

This is the joy our mail carrier regularly brings to our lives. Needless to say, we've decided he has anger management issues - despite the fact that our landlord swears he's a lovely man. I present to you: today's mail.

More or less our mailbox situation

We have slot style mail boxes that are filled from the top. When using force, this is ideal for turning nice, straight pieces of paper into over-sized spit wads. I've come up with many theories as to why this might be happening. Maybe we're the toward the end of his route and he's sick of stuffing mailboxes by the time he reaches ours. Maybe he's in a hurry to get home. Maybe he's afraid of cats (there are many outdoor cats in our complex - many of them hang out by our mailboxes). Maybe he has known a Casey, Christine or some Zumwalts that were unfriendly - mean, even. Or maybe he enjoys making other people's lives more... interesting.

No matter the reason, our mail comes this way all of the time. It's particularly upsetting when we receive your beautiful photo Christmas cards or wedding invitations in this abhorrent condition. I've thought about leaving notes or doing something clever to pass along the message that our mail is not in any sort of normal or acceptable condition, but I just haven't come up with the right idea. Your suggestions are welcome!