The Boy and I were driving to the recycling center on Saturday when we came upon the two postal carriers who deliver the mail to our neighborhood.
No, I don't know why but I'm sure there is a good reason for this.
I was driving one direction, one of the postal carriers was driving the opposite direction and the second postal carrier was sitting at a cross street waiting for me to pass. The carrier coming toward me stopped to put some mail in a box and the carrier sitting at the cross street yelled something to the other driver.
The windows were up so I didn't hear what he said.
My son speculated however:
"I'm gonna get you, you sumbitch. That'll teach you to deliver mail on my route!"
That's probably not what he really said.