A Dislocated Sense Of Priority

(My joints sometimes don’t cooperate, which can make being a postal carrier interesting. On one such instance, I have just pulled into a neighborhood to start a walk when I dislocate my shoulder. When this happens while I’m alone, it’s easier to put back in if I’m lying down, so I pick a spot on the lawn I am parked in front of, very painfully ease myself down, and try to relax. After a few unsuccessful attempts, I carefully roll over, slowly get to my feet again, and sit back down in my truck to call my boss. After he’d comes to pick me up and assigns the rest of the route to someone else:)

Boss: “You weren’t the only person to call me about this, y’know.”

Me: “Ah, really? Someone wondering if I was okay?”

Boss: “Kind of. They said there was a carrier ‘rolling around on the ground,’ and wondered when they would be getting their mail.”

(Glad to know my customers are so interested in my well being!)