Being a mailbox designer has its perks. For one, I get a really cool mailbox. The best one I’ve ever made, in fact. My new mailbox is made of pure bronze, shining in the sun like a lighthouse to guide the mailman. I’ll always get my mail because all the delivery person has to do is remember that the shining, horribly bright letterbox belongs to Jimmy Parsley. I’ve made some incredible letterboxes over the years, but this easily beats them all. Even the car-themed letterbox I made for that auto mechanic gets left in the dust when compared to my brilliant brass box.
That was an interesting project, now that I think back on it. A real challenge. Probably one of the biggest challenges I’ve had in my career. It was like moving through a field packed with barrels of nuclear waste. One wrong step and you’d be suffering for the rest of your life for it. See, this was early in my career, and I’d never taken on something quite so ambitious as making a mailbox out of a car engine. My entire reputation was on the line. Despite the pressure, I managed to get the job done, with a five-star review from my client. Now, whenever I need it, he’ll give me complimentary wheel repair. It’s hard to find a mechanic offering quality wheel repair near Adelaide, so I really appreciate that.
The only mailbox I had a harder time completing was the one made entirely out of chocolate. A chocolate mailbox wouldn’t be that hard to create, except that Miss Woolington wanted the mailbox to remain intact even on a forty-degree day. I had to make sure the chocolate was somehow heat-proof and didn’t stick to letters. Essentially an impossible task. Miss Woolington is half-blind, though, so I just made the letterbox out of dark oak wood and hoped she wouldn’t notice. I figure she hasn’t worked it out yet, otherwise she’d probably slash my tyres. Then I’d really need that tyre and wheel repair.