Pobre Mailman

Earlier today while I was enjoying a break during Cayden's nap I heard the mailman pull up (he has a very loud truck). I waited until I heard him pull away and went out to get our mail. As I pulled our mail out of the mailbox I looked around the neighborhood and witnessed the following...

The mailman leaned out of his truck to put mail in our neighbor's mailbox. Somehow during this process he slipped and in an effort to prevent himself from falling he grabbed the steering wheel (he must have also released his foot from the brake). I should note that in our neighborhood there is an empty lot that was turned into a mini park; there is a big grassy area, sandpit, and basketball court. The next thing I knew the mailman's shoe flew off and the mail truck was racing down the street and onto the empty lot. It flew down the hill (though it was probably going no faster than 15-20mph) and came to a stop when it slammed into a shed. The shed was knocked off of its foundation and now has a wonderful hole in the side of it.

Here you can see the empty lot and the truck at the bottom. The truck came from just to the right of my red Honda, jumped the curb, and flew down the hill.

A close up of the truck. They actually backed it up a bit here so they could assess the damage to the truck and the shed. Too bad I didn't get a picture of the truck actually in the shed. Darn.

Thankfully there weren't any parked cars in the path of the truck. Thankfully all the kids playing at the park were over in the sandpit and on the basketball court, not playing in the grass like they frequently are. Thankfully the mailman only ended up with a big scratch on his leg.

Pobre mailman. I also feel sorry for our neighbors who own the lot/park and are out of town this weekend. A shed knocked off of its foundation with one smashed in side is not a very nice welcome home present.