"You know, that's something, Kid. Me? I never understood the whole mail system."
[A small sack of letters is dropped right next to where the young lad sits, adding an assorted mix of letters to the stockpile of envelopes just waiting to be sorted.]
"My wife, we get into it quite a bit sometimes, she say's to me, you know, she says, "Why can't you be more like the Post Office?", she says. And I figure, she's right. Neither rain or snow gets in the way of those little critters deliverin' the mail, you know?"
[The middle-aged man gives a scratch to the top of his salt and pepper covered head, giving a look of concern to the puzzled looking youth.]
"But I don't suppose that rain or snow has anything to do with what's eatin' ya'. That's the thing with mail, isn't it? You let it pile up and next thing ya' know, you're swimming in it."
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[A small sack of letters is dropped right next to where the young lad sits, adding an assorted mix of letters to the stockpile of envelopes just waiting to be sorted.]
"My wife, we get into it quite a bit sometimes, she say's to me, you know, she says, "Why can't you be more like the Post Office?", she says. And I figure, she's right. Neither rain or snow gets in the way of those little critters deliverin' the mail, you know?"
[The middle-aged man gives a scratch to the top of his salt and pepper covered head, giving a look of concern to the puzzled looking youth.]
"But I don't suppose that rain or snow has anything to do with what's eatin' ya'. That's the thing with mail, isn't it? You let it pile up and next thing ya' know, you're swimming in it."