We don’t have a mailbox in front of our house here in Alaska. No one does, apparently, unless you live in town.
The mailboxes are all out on the main road in a cluster, to make it easier for the mailman, I suppose.
So I have to pull up to the line of mailboxes in my car to get my mail out. This is not a big deal, of course, unless I drop any of the mail in the snow. (Which I sometimes do.)
If mail falls into the snow, you have a problem. You have to get out of your car and dig it out right away, before it gets completely covered in snow.
That’s a package notice I dropped last week. It sure was fun to crawl under the car to dig that thing out! Not.
I was thinking about this little AlaskaProblem. If you don’t realize you dropped your mail, or you can’t get to it, I guess the mail just stays down there.
I think after the snow all melts in the spring, we will find quite a pile of lost letters at the base of the mailboxes.
Kind of like a treasure hunt!
If your idea of treasure is soggy old bills and outdated advertising circulars…