Got this through our mail slot yesterday. What is most disturbing is that this preprinted card suggests this happens all the time. (Water stains mine, of course)
You don’t have mail
The Other Side of the Road
Life since becoming a parent and moving abroad with toddler twins
The Other Side of the Road 
OMG – That’s insane!! Almost funny – but not of course……
ARGH!!!
Wow, that’s crazy. So, people just grab an opportunity to snatch the bag and presumably people’s identities or whatever else they can find. Where and why are the bags left unattended? Don’t understand how they manage to steal it in the first place.
Our postman (and many I’ve seen) go by bike and have big, open baskets. My guy usually parks his bike near the end of the lane and then walks. I wonder if it was more pranking kids than anything? At least in this neighborhood.
Yikes! Reminds me of time ~20 years ago in Peru, on a falling-apart choo-choo train going along the alti-plano from Lima. The train would stop every 20 minutes to repair a coupling between cars. I spoke Spanish and would get out every time to shmooze with the guys trying to fix it. They were using (i’m not making this up) wire coat hangers to hold the train car couplings together. Finally, they got tired of doing this & put one of the cars on a siding. I asked,”Arent you worried about that car not getting to Cuzco?” They said, “No. It’s only the mail car.”
Great story!
I’m starting to think you should have a blog called (I’m not making this up), or perhaps that should be the title of your memoirs?
In the words of Charlie Brown, especially appropriate at the Holidays, Good Grief!