Well, here it goes. Mr. Unknown Mailman, I am sorry for yelling at you, and being an ass. LET ME EXPLAIN! It was a case of mistaken identity! So the other day, we all pulled up in our driveway, and a couple houses over was the Mailman. It wasn't our usual guy. Our mail usually arrives at 3ish. It was 5pm. As I looked at him, I said to Gabby, "Hey, Look, It's Robert!" Robert is the former Boyfriend of our friend who we've known since Gabby was a baby. We haven't seen Robert for a while, and I knew he is a Mailman. Thinking it was him, I told Gabby I was gonna mess with him! With my head held down low, I snuck around the side of the truck and said.... "JEEZ! YOUR SLOW ASS IS JUST GETTING THE MAIL HERE? WHATS THE DEAL, YOU NEED TO STEP IT UP!" As I looked up, it wasn't Robert. It was his doppelganger, look-alike, brother from another Mother. I felt horrible. The Mailman wasn't havin' it. He replied.... "You try luggin this heavy bag around, and walking this route!" Again, I felt like a d-bag. I tried to explain the situation, even add some laughs in to cover. Nothin. So Mr. nice Mailman, I'm sorry. I hope this message of goodwill gets delivered to you, First-Class.
-Hank
Wichita, KS
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