Living in the country can be weird.
When I came home last night I noticed our mailbox had been vandalized, the door was off and a corner of the body shattered. My first assumption was that it had fallen victim to some mailbox baseball, but then I took a closer look:
Apparently someone knocked it clean from its post, but decided to correct the situation by re-attaching it with a generous helping of electrical tape. I have to wonder how long someone was standing at the end of my driveway frantically winding the black roll round and round, just trying to get the thing relatively sturdy.
Frankly, I would have preferred a note of apology – or maybe a twenty.