mostly_gas
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Are you sure you are not jealous because he beat you to it?:laughing:
Victim gets even
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Are you sure you are not jealous because he beat you to it?:laughing:
thatguy
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When we moved to your current house, we bought a nice, cast aluminum mailbox ($60ish).. It lasted about 4 yrs and got hit at least 6 times times (by accident and on purpose) - BUT since it was so heavily made you could just bend it back into shape because it would not fold up..
Finally it got bent up so bad the wife unit wouldnt let me reinstall it.. So we bought one of the 20 lb., 'vandal resistant' boxes from Lowes.. It lasted less than a month.. The kids got it one night and i put it back up.. A few nights later they took another wack at it.. BUT this time they got it on the ground and beat the sides of it until i couldnt bend it back into a usable shape. There went my $80..
Now we have an $8 plastic box that I HATE - but it has lasted almost 2 yrs without being taken out.. BTW - I have it velcro'd onto the post
Brian
Finally it got bent up so bad the wife unit wouldnt let me reinstall it.. So we bought one of the 20 lb., 'vandal resistant' boxes from Lowes.. It lasted less than a month.. The kids got it one night and i put it back up.. A few nights later they took another wack at it.. BUT this time they got it on the ground and beat the sides of it until i couldnt bend it back into a usable shape. There went my $80..
Now we have an $8 plastic box that I HATE - but it has lasted almost 2 yrs without being taken out.. BTW - I have it velcro'd onto the post
Brian
Buckgnarly
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Here's mine after someone took out my wooden one a few years back. It's a Dana 35 with about 80lbs of concrete in the ground. Postal lady loves it, as it now has some snap dragons my wife and I planted in the sides (no summer pics though).
Funny thing is one of the postal carriers front plates is now on my garage...in the winter they slid into it, losing the plate. They were not pissed as it saved them the 10' dropoff past my driveway!
Funny thing is one of the postal carriers front plates is now on my garage...in the winter they slid into it, losing the plate. They were not pissed as it saved them the 10' dropoff past my driveway!
JDgreen227
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BuckGnarly--very unique and of course I love the colors. 80 pounds of redi mix may sound like a lot but it's really only 2/3rds of a cubic foot. Did yours come off a Jeep or an Explorer?
Buckgnarly
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Jeep rear, no Ex came with solid D35s, only 8.8 31 spline rears....were you thinking of the IFS fronts?
Yeah, i tossed a bag in, figure the whole tube in the ground was enough to stop anyone who runs into it next time!
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Re: Victim gets even, but I don't know how to this time... ?Suggestions
:stirthepot:
I know that I'm bumping an old thread, but I have to vent, and I know you'all will understand.
I came home at about 11PM on Frankenstorm :hurricane: Monday and noticed that despite some pretty stiffly blowing winds and heavy rains, our [very] rural mail box and post were still standing.:thumbsup:
Iin fact, I even checked it for mail because the door was ajar and unlatched [as our carrier often leaves it- lots of wet mail, but complaints only get ignored...]- only this time it was my domestic supervisor who left it that way.
When I continued to go up home, I found that there were 2 large cedars with a paired root ball laying across the bottom of the drive's hill, so I parked off the side at the bottom and walked on up.
The next day at around 2:30 PM, we got a call from an unrecognized cell- it's a driver with our propane delivery, but because of the trees, he can't get up to the tank. He further tells my boss that he went off the edge of the drive and got "a little" stuck, :shocked: but he got himslef out and was sorry for leaving the ruts. She said "NBD, don't worry at all about it." :cool2:
We went down and got the cedars all cut up, and then I walked down the drive to get our mail, eyeball the woods, and scope out any damage I might have missed from the previous night, but I also noticed that the gas truck had gone off road and rutted up at least 2 other spots, but not as bad as the one where he had obviously gotten stuck.
The drivers all think that they have to back up the lower drive, because even in the summer, they're nervous about going up our hill. So I figure, he must be a new driver and again, think NBD. I keep walking and get to the end of our drive, but there is no mail...:confused2:
In fact, there is no mail box...
No post...
No nothing!?!?!?!...:thumbdown:
All we could find was the circular imprint of the base, with dually truck tire prints across it.
Now we had once upon a time had some of the same problems that you'all did with the MB baseball dummies, but as a previous survivor said, changing to a sturdy plastic box seemed to have quelled that particular problem. :thumbsup:
Eventually I "found" an 8' DOT-type sign post with the bottom welded to a steel car rim and mounted the mail box and "pennysaver" boxes on that. :cool2:
But after having to pick that up EVERY time the wind so much as puffed or a plow truck even thought about driving by, I eventually filled the cup of that rim with reinforced concrete [An 80# bag with rebar and chicken wire]. :drink:
Now the thing was good and bottom-heavy- I mean I could lift it, but didn't like to, and now it only blew over from gale force winds and direct plow hits or with really heavy icy wet snow thrown from the plows.
Anyway, we called the post office and our carrier said that at 11AM when she came by, the post and box were there, but had been blown down- no surprise with FrankenSandy...:hurricane:
So, sometime between 11 AM and 4 PM when I got down to the end, something happened to our box and post.:banghead:
Naturally, we figured the new driver, who my boss said sounded like a young kid, and who obviously wasn't awful swift at backing the big truck up, probably inadvertently backed up over the box or post, and being a kid, probably thought that making it disappear was the best solution.
I mean I racked my brain to think of any alternate theories, who might have a grudge agin me, or any other silly idea, but we kept coming back to the kid driver.
We called the propane company, who were willing to make repairs for the ruts, but we had already fixed them, and while they said they would fix the box if it had been damaged, when they called the driver, he said that there had been no mailbox there, and denied ever seeing one.:shocked:
My boss, said "Really?, really?", but left it at that. :confused2::hissyfit:
We called the County Mounties, and the little blond girl [with the big side arm] who came and took a report, she said she figured maybe somebody took it for its scrap metal value...:duh:
I'm not buying it, but don't know what to do now, besides either fix a new post and box as to be immoveable, or so heavy as to bust the guts of anyone who tries.
I still think I'm going to call the driver, but who knows where that will lead? :stirthepot:unch:ullinghair::thumbdown:
Suggestions for either the best design or course of actions are now being solicited.:anyone:
Thanks for letting me rant [I know, I know, you had no choice], but also thanks in advance for any thoughts and ideas or any of the humorous takes I know are pretty much sure to follow.:laughing::laughing:
BTW, and to give the jokers some information [ammunition] I did work at the county jail for about a year, but it was the next county over, and both Pat and I worked on all the psych units in that county too. :silly:
Actually, we met in one too, but that's another whole tale.:cloud9:
Take care, and our thoughts and prayers are with and go out to all our distant friends and extended "family" trying to cope with the Frankenstorm aftermath. :sorry: :worried:
Thomas [and Pat]
:stirthepot:
I know that I'm bumping an old thread, but I have to vent, and I know you'all will understand.
I came home at about 11PM on Frankenstorm :hurricane: Monday and noticed that despite some pretty stiffly blowing winds and heavy rains, our [very] rural mail box and post were still standing.:thumbsup:
Iin fact, I even checked it for mail because the door was ajar and unlatched [as our carrier often leaves it- lots of wet mail, but complaints only get ignored...]- only this time it was my domestic supervisor who left it that way.
When I continued to go up home, I found that there were 2 large cedars with a paired root ball laying across the bottom of the drive's hill, so I parked off the side at the bottom and walked on up.
The next day at around 2:30 PM, we got a call from an unrecognized cell- it's a driver with our propane delivery, but because of the trees, he can't get up to the tank. He further tells my boss that he went off the edge of the drive and got "a little" stuck, :shocked: but he got himslef out and was sorry for leaving the ruts. She said "NBD, don't worry at all about it." :cool2:
We went down and got the cedars all cut up, and then I walked down the drive to get our mail, eyeball the woods, and scope out any damage I might have missed from the previous night, but I also noticed that the gas truck had gone off road and rutted up at least 2 other spots, but not as bad as the one where he had obviously gotten stuck.
The drivers all think that they have to back up the lower drive, because even in the summer, they're nervous about going up our hill. So I figure, he must be a new driver and again, think NBD. I keep walking and get to the end of our drive, but there is no mail...:confused2:
In fact, there is no mail box...
No post...
No nothing!?!?!?!...:thumbdown:
All we could find was the circular imprint of the base, with dually truck tire prints across it.
Now we had once upon a time had some of the same problems that you'all did with the MB baseball dummies, but as a previous survivor said, changing to a sturdy plastic box seemed to have quelled that particular problem. :thumbsup:
Eventually I "found" an 8' DOT-type sign post with the bottom welded to a steel car rim and mounted the mail box and "pennysaver" boxes on that. :cool2:
But after having to pick that up EVERY time the wind so much as puffed or a plow truck even thought about driving by, I eventually filled the cup of that rim with reinforced concrete [An 80# bag with rebar and chicken wire]. :drink:
Now the thing was good and bottom-heavy- I mean I could lift it, but didn't like to, and now it only blew over from gale force winds and direct plow hits or with really heavy icy wet snow thrown from the plows.
Anyway, we called the post office and our carrier said that at 11AM when she came by, the post and box were there, but had been blown down- no surprise with FrankenSandy...:hurricane:
So, sometime between 11 AM and 4 PM when I got down to the end, something happened to our box and post.:banghead:
Naturally, we figured the new driver, who my boss said sounded like a young kid, and who obviously wasn't awful swift at backing the big truck up, probably inadvertently backed up over the box or post, and being a kid, probably thought that making it disappear was the best solution.
I mean I racked my brain to think of any alternate theories, who might have a grudge agin me, or any other silly idea, but we kept coming back to the kid driver.
We called the propane company, who were willing to make repairs for the ruts, but we had already fixed them, and while they said they would fix the box if it had been damaged, when they called the driver, he said that there had been no mailbox there, and denied ever seeing one.:shocked:
My boss, said "Really?, really?", but left it at that. :confused2::hissyfit:
We called the County Mounties, and the little blond girl [with the big side arm] who came and took a report, she said she figured maybe somebody took it for its scrap metal value...
:duh:I'm not buying it, but don't know what to do now, besides either fix a new post and box as to be immoveable, or so heavy as to bust the guts of anyone who tries.
I still think I'm going to call the driver, but who knows where that will lead? :stirthepot:
unch:ullinghair::thumbdown:Suggestions for either the best design or course of actions are now being solicited.:anyone:
Thanks for letting me rant [I know, I know, you had no choice], but also thanks in advance for any thoughts and ideas or any of the humorous takes I know are pretty much sure to follow.:laughing::laughing:
BTW, and to give the jokers some information [ammunition] I did work at the county jail for about a year, but it was the next county over, and both Pat and I worked on all the psych units in that county too. :silly:
Actually, we met in one too, but that's another whole tale.:cloud9:
Take care, and our thoughts and prayers are with and go out to all our distant friends and extended "family" trying to cope with the Frankenstorm aftermath. :sorry: :worried:
Thomas [and Pat]
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That was very good, Thanks..
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That made me think of my mailbox blue's. My box was smashed 3 times last winter and cost me 150.00 in mailbox repair stuff.
daugen
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Growing up on a rural road, it seems cherry bombs were the prank of choice. They sure did the job on our old mailbox, which after a while looked pretty ratty, but we'd keep bending the door back to fit. It looked nasty enough that maybe the kids looked for greener pastures...
But then something really unpleasant happened. No baseball bat... someone took a big butcher knife or Kbar and stabbed the poor mailbox about five times. That made it leak, and we finally had to replace it. My dad was on the school board and I guess some kid didn't like his suspension. Must have been a pretty strong kid with some real personality issues.
But then something really unpleasant happened. No baseball bat... someone took a big butcher knife or Kbar and stabbed the poor mailbox about five times. That made it leak, and we finally had to replace it. My dad was on the school board and I guess some kid didn't like his suspension. Must have been a pretty strong kid with some real personality issues.
