For a dead lady, my mother is pretty popular. See that down below? That's a coffee table damn near five feet long, covered in a month's worth of junk mail.
Cable companies, phone companies, maid services, all begging for business. Every charitable organization under the sun begging for a handout. Coupons for this. Coupons for that. All in all, a bunch of dead trees for absolutely no fucking reason. It has to stop. If she keeps getting this much garbage, there will be no room for MY mail when I move in next month.
I'm in NY this week, busy again Getting Shit Done. The doormen have been holding her mail for me while I was gone for the past month. When I got here Monday, he handed me two huge piles of crap. It's startling to see it in one big bulk like that. Day to day a piece here, two or three there, doesn't seem like that much. But try saving all that crap for a month. Seriously. See how big the pile gets.
I hate it. I truly do. I want it to stop. But I don't know what to do about it, really. Any ideas?