When I arrived home at Casa de Suebob tonight, I was wet, tired and hungry, but not furious.
THAT didn't last long.
I got out of the car and went to the mailbox, which is one of the kind about the size and shape of a cereal box but with a flip-up lid on top.
It had been raining all day and the lid was left up, which turned the mailbox into sort of a lidless bucket. The wad of mail - and I do mean "wad" - inside had turned to a greyish ball the texture of papier mache.
It was the second time that had happened this month.
I stomped into the house, wrote a note, put it in a plastic ziplock bag and clipped it to the front of the mailbox.
"If it is raining, please put the lid down," I wrote, not adding "you stupid piece of donkey crap" as I was very, very tempted to do.
I did realize, however, that the incompetent letter carrier was in control of whether I receive my mail or not, so restraint was in order if I ever wanted to get my credit card bill.
Take a vast leap of imagination with me and let me say that this is why I am deeply skeptical about Universal Health Care.
While I love the idea of every American having access to good, affordable health care, I fear having employees that are on the public payroll in charge of it.
I think of every filthy, glacially slow and inept Social Security office I have ever visited; the barely functioning drones at the post office; the hell that is the DMV - and I think - "Do I want these people poking around in my innards if I get appendicitis?"
I would almost rather poke around my OWN insides should I get something that requires surgery on my front side. Or let the butcher at the carniceria down the street operate if I have to have another spinal surgery. He seems clean and good with his hands.
But federal employees? Hell no. I have seen what they can do with a handful of mail.