aibu to think postman should not be changing tyres/ talking at length with people on his rounds?

[Nomorepat]

Waiting for an important letter which is dependent on what time I receive it today. So go for a stroll to see if postie is in area. There is he is in the next street changing some girl's tyre for her-I know this is not his car and ours is his last street. He then proceeds to chat to this girl for about 10 minutes, then another woman for about 5 minutes.

I am peed off about this. AIBU?

What blondes said. There is no need for this to be deleted, just because it didngo your way!

Unfortunately I had to go and pick up Chinese take away and missed the delivery. DH had no useful information on shorts, calves or nazi leanings. He looked perplexed when I asked.

Arbritary, I'm appalled! How dare he!

LTB, immediately

I wish we could go back to having milk delivered by a milkman in a milk float by 6am and post before you left for work.

Milk and more deliver milk at about 4am. I think they cover most areas.

Nomorepat, re your answer to me at about 1545 - how on earth do you make out he wasn't on a break, when as you have been at pains to point out, he wasn't actively carrying out his job? Do you think he has to go back to the sorting office to have a break? It clearly was a break, formal or informal.

If you injured yourself delivering leaflets in your lunch hour, it wouldn't be an industrial injury (didn't occur in the course of your work) but presumably you wouldn't expect it to be, and that is not a reason for your bosses to say you can't deliver leaflets in your lunch hour. And you would still be entitled to sick pay if you had to take time off, just as you would if you had injured yourself at home or at the weekend. Or just got ill. You seem to be confusing a lot of unrelated concepts. (And why should tyre changing be particularly likely to cause injury??)

'Waves' back at barfa :)

Classic was meant to say !!

I've had to read a load of posts together - has the OP confirmed whether Hitler wore shorts on his rounds or not?

This is the strangest thread.

But it's bloody hilarious Tee!

Crikey, thought this would've disappeared along with the Mein Kampf toting Postman.

To answer a question- DH is still in shorts because he says his legs are moving so fast they get hot otherwise!

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HTH

For Eanair

Wow this has been an interesting thread. I do like the way everybody is thinking (except 3 dissenters)

at Hitler in shorts.
This thread is getting wonderfully surreal.

I was at the library today, procastinating, not doing my research, and saw a mature student I know. So we went to the canteen for coffee and were chatting about this and that, and I asked, "Why does it annoy me SO much that that postman sits on the couch for hours, in the (student- only) uni library, reading the papers? It has been pointed out to me that he probably works really hard and fast to get his round done, then have a break." And SHE said, "IT is cause of the way he sits, with his ankle on his knee, so students can see up his shorts!"

So, after a few naice glasses of wine:
The nazi postman was caught injuring himself changing a tyre with mein Kampf. He then spent fifteen minutes chatting with old mrsjohnson from number 5 about calves legs. Eventually he delivered the very important box of frogs to the OP. Who now wants this whole thread deleted because of Hitler. And the fact that the whole world, apart from a few frogs, thinks she's more nuts than a special waitrose Christmas nut selection with added Heston nutcracker.
I think.

It's actually a whole channel 5 documentary.

OMG I somehow missed the Hitler part.

::Head.Desk.Repeatedly::

Hitler and other Nazis should be good at changing wheels. They do wear special jack boots.

This morning I was up too fucking early on my way to the train station, when I saw a postman, wearing shorts and talking to someone. I nearly opened the window to yell "shame on you, you nazi"

But instead I poissed myself.

Poissed? Poissed?

Bloody twatphone!

Poissed? Poissed?

Bloody twatphone!

Are you poissed?