Wednesday, February 16, 2011
My siblings and I used to do weird stuff to entertain ourselves. One game I remember in particular was Mailbox. Yes, you read correctly. We'd be sitting around, bored, turn to one another, raise an eyebrow and say, "Mailbox?"...Yep, it was something we rather enjoyed.
Our cookie cutter suburban bedrooms were outfitted with louvered metal sliding doors. Pretty high end stuff. My dad usually spent weekends spraying WD-40 on the wheels to keep them from making an obnoxious metal on metal noise. You also had to take care when closing them so they didn't fall off their flimsy track. I never really understood the point of louvers either....Were they a design of genius so as to allow air if someone didn't know how to leave the closet? Perhaps slits were strategically provided so food could be slid to a prisoner tied up in there. Or maybe it was just artistic interpretation.
Whatever the reason, we liked them. You know those annoying cardboard inserts inside magazines? We'd collect those. My mom liked to read all the good housewife garbage like, "Good Housekeeping" and "Family Circle"...She sit on the couch, read her articles, and tear out the inserts.
We'd take our 'mail' up to one of the bedrooms...Each of us would take a turn to volunteer sitting on the floor inside the closet. Then the closet doors were closed. The other participant, either myself or my brother, would proceed to slip cards randomly into the louvers. There was really no objective to the game other than how many pieces you could catch.
It was challenging, mind you...The closet was dark and you had no idea which slot the mail would come from...High, low, middle...left? Wait, the slot to my right?...Damn! Missed that one! Yeah! Caught that piece! You get the picture...unfortunately.
Sometimes we would switch the game up a notch by telling the person sitting in the closet to stay as still as possible. After dropping the cards into the louvers, we'd open the doors and laugh at how the cards landed on my sister's head. Or we'd keep score on how many pieces actually 'touched' the person...so the game really became how well you could aim the mail through the louvers...My brother ruled on that one.
Is there really anything else to add here? Any questions? Perhaps you can play this game on your next family game night. It really is a hoot...
No, it's just fucking weird...I know...Later....