I don’t know if it’s exactly a fetish, but I’ve long had thing for postal workers. It started eons ago when I developed a crush on the Postmaster back in Prior Lake. When I moved, I changed post offices and developed a crush on Mary. At least I think her name is Mary. We shall call her Mary. Mary always says things like “oh, I’ve got some intelligent conversation coming up” when she sees me standing in line. It cracks me up, but I’m not the person she’s currently helping who is apparently not as smart as I am.

All this explains why when I decided that it was about time for me to read some Charles Bukowski I opted for Post Office. Yeah.
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