Treehouse Stories: The Mailman
So I forgot to tell a slightly amusing story about the treehouse construction project. It happened while I was up in the tree, I believe I was in the middle of putting several hundred screws into the treehouse wall panels.
Anyhow, it's a hot day, I'm sweating like anything. I've already been up and down a few times to retrieve tools and what-not I forgot to bring up, and that's tuckered me out. Plus I've had to backtrack on a few different things and re-do some stuff, so I'm feeling a little overwhelmed.
Up drives the US Mail truck, and out pops my mailman. I should point out he's been watching every step of the treehouse build, just because I'm building it mere steps from (and 30 feet above) the mailbox. We've had a lot of friendly chatter back and forth, often when I'm up in the tree; he's asked a question or two, just general neighborly stuff you'd expect from the mail carrier.
Today he tells me he's got something I need to sign for. And he looks at my face up there in the tree when he says it, and immediately says, "Hey, I've got an idea."
He goes back to his mail jeep and grabs a paper clip, and comes back out. "Send down a line, I'll clip the form and a pen on it, and you can sign it up there!"
So I do. He's obviously pretty amused about the whole thing, and that brightens my mood. I thank him from above several times for not making me climb down and up again. He clips the big envelope to the rope, and I haul that up too. All the while he's laughing to himself.
"You know," he finally hollers up, "I think I'm the only guy I know who's delivered mail to a treehouse. This would be a great ad for the Postal Service. We deliver anywhere, anytime!"