Monday, May 10, 2010

Taken for granted

Wishing you a Merry Christmas that was all the message had said, but it was enough.
These days when the job was done in darkness and the deliveries made to faceless customers still tucked up in bed, when payments were made by the invisible magic of direct debit and the only company were the foxes it was easy for people to forget you.
They took it for granted that when they came down for their morning drink and yawned their way to the front door their milk would be there. Indeed it was now the postman that housewives teased one another about; the milkman was not just another commodity.
Not today though, today the little message had warmed his heart, had made him realise that someone still appreciated him and all the cold and rainy mornings, as well as the mad rush to visit everyone on the hot mornings so the milk didn’t sour. He picked up the bottle which had held the message and held it to his heart as he wandered back to his float, silently thanking the sleeping box for helping him to remember he was a person and not the invisible man.


Girl Fren' said...

I'd forgotten about milkmen and personal deliveries.

Poignant scene, Melanie. I had to read twice to enjoy the sweet transparency of it. Nicely done.

India Drummond said...

Well done, Melanie! I enjoyed this. I think we all feel invisible from time to time, so it was easy to identify.

Walt said...

This is a heart warming little piece. A pleasant reminder that even the simplest of things can make someones day.

Anonymous said...

I always wonder how delivery people feel and this was very evocative. I couldn't believe it when I visited England about ten years ago and saw milk bottles on doorsteps. Does that still happen?

Caroline said...

Beautiful scene.

SueO said...

Sweet, Mel. Reminds me of what I think about every time I'm kind to our letter carrier and stop to have a chat. It's sad that people take service providers for granted. I think being a garbage collector would be the worst! At least milk brings happiness (or at least contentment). The garbage man is even more overlooked! No one wants to think about the refuse that was generated five days before, festering while waiting for collection.

Thanks for this piece. Really good.

Eileen Andrews said...

Wow, that really made me emotional. It's so easy for people to go through the day mindlessly treating service workers like automated extensions of the companies they work for. Maybe this year I'll make fudge for my mailman.