Postal worker accused of stashing 75,000 letters and parcels

Probably wanted to study penmanship..

MY LOTTERY TICKET!

Is it still good.

New Montreal? Is that a suburb in the area?

It happens every so often. Back in the olden days when mail was still delivered by a horseback rider, I lived near a man who was a postman. He was often seen entering his home with the mail sack and it was clearly full. Hours later he would emerge with the sack empty as could be. He disappeared one day but I don't rightly know what happened to him.

Then, a few years back I heard of another postal employee doing a similar thing, it was found out when he was being suspected of a different crime and the police entered his house with a search warrant, there in front of them were magazines, letters, bills, checks and tons of other undelivered items. On the good side though they did not find the evidence of the crime they were looking for so he didn't get the death penalty.

I quote them too often, but I can't resist.

"Stealing People's Mail", Dead Kennedys

We ain't going to the party
We ain't going to the game
We ain't going to the disco
Ain't gonna cruise down main

We're stealing people's mail
stealing people's mail
stealing people's mail
On a friday night

Drivin' in the mountains
Winding 'round and 'round
Rummage thru your mailboxes
Take your mail back to town

And we got license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns
Checks to politicians from real estate firms
Money, bills and cancelled checks
Pretty funny pictures of your kids

We're gonna steal your mail
On a Friday night
We're gonna steal your mail
By the pale moonlight

We got grocery sackful after grocery sackful
After grocery sackful after grocery sackful
After grocery sackful after grocery sackful
Of the private lives of you
Ha Ha

People say that we're crazy
We're sick and all alone
But when we read your letters
We're rolling on the floor

We got more license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns
Checks to politicians from real estate firms
Money, bills and cancelled checks
We cut relationships with your friends

We're gonna steal your mail
On a Friday night
We're gonna steal your mail
By the pale moonlight

We better not get caught
We'll be dumped in institutions
Where we'll be drugged and shocked
'Til we come out born-again Christians

I posted several hours ago, but lost it through internet thicket...

that I think this particular postman and perhaps others were overcome by the sheer act of delivering all the mail, somehow impossible for them that day, for psychological reasons, and then it all multiplied, after tucking it into his or her abode.

Clearly a person in stress....

though in the best of all worlds, that person in stress just could have said so to his or her boss.