Tim the Letter Carrier

I’ve never tipped a postal worker before. I’ve never felt the need to. They deliver the mail. That’s their job, right? Why should I give that person a tip? Their wages aren’t predicated on receiving tips. The mail isn’t going to make it into my mailbox in a better fashion or more timely if I tip them. So… why bother?

This year was different. This year, my letter carrier, Tim, has gone the extra mile – so to speak. He comes to my mailbox every day regardless of whether or not there’s anything for me in the post. He does this because Endo makes a big stink about it. Endo loves USPS employees. It started with Nick, my previous letter carrier. Nick would stop and talk to me and give Endo treats whenever he would see me out working on the van (RIP) or the trailer (more on that after it warms up a bit). When Nick bid for, and got a better route, we had subs/temps for a few weeks before Tim took over the route full time. To continue the treat offerings routine, I asked Tim if he would take a treat that I had left out on top of the mailbox and tuck it under the lid for Endo. This way, Endo gets treats; Endo continues the positive relationship with the USPS; and, Tim wouldn’t have to spend his own money on treats for my dog. Apparently most letter carriers carry treats in the bags for the good dogs on their routes.

Since then, I have started giving Tim bags of Milk Bones that he can share on his route as he sees fit. And, Endo gets plenty of those. This is how it goes…

I leave the mailbox open after I take the mail out. I do this to overcome one of my few OCD issues where I used to check the mailbox every time I came in the door. Now, I don’t do that any more. So, when Tim walks up to the box, this is what he sees…

I can easily tell if I have mail waiting because, after Tim has visited, this is what I see…

Usually, though, I’m working from home and I get to hear Endo yip in excitement and anticipation when he sees Tim across the street. Then, as he approaches my house from the south, Endo dances on his chair and runs back and forth to the front door yipping and wagging his tail.  If, by chance, Endo is out in the back yard or doesn’t hear Tim for some reason (sleepy head), all I have to do is tell him, “Tim was here.” and I get the same happy response.  When I open the front door, this is what we get…

Anyway, it has gotten to the point where Tim is even leaving treats for Endo on days when he doesn’t have any mail to deliver to my house. THAT is going above and beyond. THAT is tip-worthy.

Monday, I loaded up a quart size zip-lock bag with Milk Bone treats and threw in a $20 bill for Tim.  After he delivered yet another treat without any mail, I opened the front door and tossed the bag to Tim as he walked across my lawn to continue his appointed rounds.

Tuesday, Tim delivered the usual Tuesday junk-mail (is Tuesday junk mail day at your house?) and a thank-you card.

…I let Endo read it, too.