SIP(Story In Progress)

I'm starting a story in progress which will be a first person study of a hypochondriac and Aireophobe (that's fear of open spaces I believe - I hope... oh, here's an interesting site with an extensive list of phobias which I didn't even know existed. Good Lord, I didn't some of the stupid stuff people are afraid of. Looks like half the world needs a shrink of some type or another...unless they have a Shrinkophobia.)

It's nearly impossible to actually want to check your mail nowadays. If you do decide you want to, you've usually put on shoes, walked to the elevator, got in, waited to sail down 11 flights, got out, marched through a cold lobby, fumbled for your key, put it in, use good energy turning it, and finally opened your mailbox for nothing. What a waste of time. They should have mial chutes like luandry chutes for buildings more than 2 stories tall. Some of us don't like to waste time checking mail only to be welcomed by a big fat bill or overdue notice or plain old junkmail or worse - someone else's bills, over due notices or junkmail. It's pesky, annoying and just plain mean. How do these post-men get away with it? Putting the wrong mail in someone's box? Don't they screen these guys before they're assigned a mail-truck? Seems like any Joe can man one of those babies now-a-days. Well, it's not a perfect world. In a perfect world, people won't have to interact with people on a daily basis. All our food will be served to us by automated response machines, our clothes will be shipped cheap via suber fast air mail and dropped through chutes in our ceilings and hung on racks by auto-bots, our houses will be fully maintenanced by Artifical Intelligence who only speak when spoken to. And all cars come with drivers that helpfully ensure one's interaction with the outside world is kept to a minimum. Wouldn't that be great. Still, I'm living in a dream world for now.