Mrs. Weinberg, 40,
and her husband, Jason, 41, a podiatrist, live in a 1990’s custom colonial in
the exclusive Bellie Haire section of town. Their beautiful brick-style
mailbox, built last November after some local hooligans knocked their old one
down during a Mischief Night rampage, is approximately 115 feet from the house
from the front door and 90 feet from the side-entrance garage.
Additionally, the driveway slopes down at a thirteen degree angle making
the walk back to the house slightly more taxing on Mrs. Weinberg’s
calves.
Although the mail has
typically arrived each day between 3:30 and 4:00 PM for the past decade or so,
Jennifer began checking only minutes after her husband left for work at 8:35 AM
Monday morning. Thinking that maybe the
US Postal Service decided to change their routes for the summer, Mrs. Weinberg,
while eating her Greek yogurt breakfast, made her second trip to the mailbox at
8:41 followed by a third when a FedEx delivery van drove past the house. A fourth trip ensued a few seconds after
returning to the house when she mistook the churning of the washing machine for
the sound of a mailbox opening and closing from a tenth of a mile away. This scenario repeated itself until around
12:30 when she normally eats her NutriSystem lunch. Too distracted to eat, Weinberg made more
trips to the mailbox at the sound of a dog barking, a bicycle bell ringing, and
a car whizzing by. After nearly 550
round trips, her local USPS mail carrier, Jim Henderson, finally arrived with a
ValPak, two credit card solicitations, and a bank statement.
Even after the mail
had arrived, she didn’t stop checking.
“I thought maybe Jake’s letter was delivered to a neighbor accidentally
and someone came by to put it in our mailbox,” explained a sore-legged
Weinberg. “Maybe he sent something
through UPS. I doubt it but there’s
always an outside chance he did.”
As Jake was meeting
new friends, playing his favorite sports, and comfortably settling into his new
home for the next seven weeks, Jennifer continued looking for any sign that the
mail may have arrived over the next several days. After three days of countless trips to the
mailbox and eating very little, Mrs. Weinberg’s Lululemon yoga pants and sports tank seemed a
bit loose.
“I’ve been trying to lose weight for years through dieting…Jenny Craig,
Weight Watchers, yada, yada, yada but I rarely exercised although I do love
wearing Lulu so everyone thinks I work out.
But physically, I feel great after losing 18 pounds. Mentally, I’m a wreck since I still haven’t
heard from my Jake.”
Jason Weinberg is
secretly hoping Jake does not write home until his wife is down to her
honeymoon weight. “I tried to convince
her that mail is still delivered on July 4th and Sundays but I’m not
sure if she bought that.”
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