This is another entry from Danica. Better known as the Everyday Housewife. I have limited interaction with our mailman other than the occasional, "Sup" head nod. If you think about it though the mailman certainly has some dirt on me. He knows that we have a subscription to Parents magazine . . and Playboy (with occasional, coinciding arrival days). He knows when our family members are travelling (more about that later) and even knows when the husband goes on late night, jersey-buying binges on ebay. As of this last weekend, he is also well aware of my affinity for fried meat.
Scene: Mailman approaches housewife's door.
Housewife happy she is wearing pants.
Mailman: deep inhale, "smells like bacon," smiles.
Housewife: Yep
Mailman: I love bacon
Housewife: (fumbling for polite small talk) Well, we've been eating ALOT of bacon lately
Mailman: So are the world travellers back?
Housewife: (look of confusion)
Mailman: I don't want to say that I read your postcards but you can't really help it when it is right next to the address. Did they really go all of those places?
Housewife: Oh, yeah. The travelling grandparents are now back in the country.
Husband: Did the mailman just comment on the bacon smell and admit that he reads our mail?
Housewife: Yep.
End scene
3 comments:
ha, i'm loving this post. it reminds me of that Presidents of the USA song "Some Postman".
Also, are you speaking of the Bacon of the Month Club?
Jim Gaffigan:
You know whatever you write on a postcard, you know the postman's going to read it, too. That's why I always write "You're right, your postman is a dick".
Good post? Yes. Good enough to be the LAST post? No.
Keep going. And then go make a comment on MY BLOG.
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