“Stay back!”, he cried out, but I was only putting my head round the screen door to spray my delivery box with sanitiser for him (and take his photo). Spare a thought for our postal delivery people at this time- right in the front line of germ warfare, handing package after bacteria-covered package.
The motorcycle postpeople are my heroes though, because I have been there, done that, got the scars – and I was only working part-time. Heatstroke, dog bites, careless driver causing me injury (two torn wrists), hitting the road in the rain when the brakes had just been adjusted, etc. But its not about me. Those were the good old days.
The hottest summer on record has beaten down n our posties, who these days are required to wear nearly as much heavy armour as a Norman Knight. On-off, on-off, pulling the heavy machine on and off its stand. Inhaling noxious vehicle fumes in traffic, and dealing with an increasingly odious, ill-mannered an ungrateful public. And now the Coronavirus!
As Wells Fargo, the original US Wild West mail service, said in their motto, ‘The mail Must Go Through’, and so it is today.
Messengers have always played a pivotal part in history: running between tribes;armies; kings and kings; kings and queens; anywhere relying on communication.
In the past 20 years the role of messenger has evolved out of sight with each step in technology.
But until robots come clumping up to the door in the pouring rain bearing your package, or drones hover outside your window with a recorded delivery, give a round of applause for Australia Post motorcycle delivery personnel next time the bushfires are raging or the temperature hits 41C – again. The mail must go through.