She and her family lived out in the country, and to get the mail every day, they had to drive down their road to where the mailbox was located, which was on more of a main road used mainly by truckers taking shortcuts from the main highways. All the mailboxes in the area were located at the end of the roads to the houses on that main road, apparently to make it easier for the mail delivery person.
My friend decides to drive down to get the mail, parks on the other side of the road from where the mailbox is located, runs across to get the mail, leaving the car running since it'll only take a minute to grab the mail and get back in the car and toodle back down to their house. She does just that, except for one problem. When she tries to open the door to get back into the car, it's locked! Out of habit, she locked the door when she got out, and slammed it without thinking before she went to the mailbox. No one is at home, so going back to the house would be an exercise in futility, and the main road is not exactly well-traveled, especially at the time of day she's there, so there's no one likely to come by and help, so after uttering a few choice words, she kicks the car door and stands there, trying to figure out what to do next.
It suddenly dawns on her that one of the back doors doesn't lock, the one on the passenger side of the back seat. She goes around to that door, and sure enough, it opens with no problem. Now the only problem is how to get in the front seat. Both seats are the high-backed, bucket type, but wide, so there's no space between them. Still, she figures that she can squeeze through the space between the seat and the roof of the car, and voila' ~ into the front seat and on her merry way. Sounds simple, but....we're not talking about a small woman here. In fact, she's rather large in the hind-quarters area, which she didn't take into account as she started to squeeze through, arms first, into the front seat.
Just when she thinks she's almost there, suddenly, she can't move any further. The belt loop on her jeans had caught on the overhead light, and she can't move either forward or backward, and is left just hanging there, half in the front seat and half in the back. Stuck.
Finally, she thinks that if she can slide her jeans off, she could probably slide into the front seat as well, and after some careful maneuvering and listening for any errant cars or trucks (because she can't turn her head to see if there are any coming in the position she's in), she manages to slip out of her jeans and into the front seat at last, turns the car around and heads for home.
From that day on, she'd send the kids down the road to get the mail. Better safe than half naked, alone, and locked out of your running car on a country road.
The country side here in Western Australia is dotted with all sorts of letter boxes as described here in this delightful story.
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It is quite funny to see these letter boxes scattered around.
Some are painted in very bright colours.
Not sure if anything like this ladies experience has happened though but no doubt someone would have a funny tale of what has been put into these letter boxes at times.
Thank you for this great story.
How interesting about the different objects used as letter boxes! Some people do make odd mailboxes here and out in the country as well, but not so much out of the types of things you mentioned.
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