- Jan 10, 2001
Our older carrier has been through it before. When he sees me leering, leaning on the mailbox, he will stop, hand me the mail, and tell me to wipe my chin - no packages today. The young fella breaking in as his replacement still hasn't mastered "cool". He just throws the mail toward the driveway and hits passing gear. I think he finishes the rest of the street after dark. It will be worse this time - just ordered my first, a 12" Sirupati. Bill can't possibly ship before Monday, and it's already getting cold out here. Nice neighbor lady said she'd bring me coffee in the morning.