It's another rainy day - steady light rain all morning. The street is full of puddles as one can tell from the splashing sounds as cars drive by the house. At one point while reading a news site, I heard a a car door slam, then an angry scream outside... I continued to listen for more sounds indicating there had been an accident or something, and then I heard the mail box flap slam. Oh it's just our psycho mail lady, I thought. She's must be back from her Workman's Comp holiday. Those short little legs make it hard to climb in and out of the van and to climb all those stairs to deliver the mail. Puts a lot of strain on the back, driving from house to house like that.
Oddly enough, sometimes she just yells at people for reasons one can never quite figure out. She once responded to a request by an elderly neighbor suffering from cancer to take a letter she wanted to mail, telling her "walk on over to the post box yourself, the exercise will do you good."
She's an angry little troll.