God Bless The USPS

While driving home from work, Marina was stopped at a light, leaning her weary head upon her wrist and looking out the passenger window. She saw a postal worker out on his route who was 6'1", with enormous biceps that strained against his light blue shirt, a shaved head and skin like The Rock's; he was nothing short of pure perfection. She later told me that he was, "The very picture of who you want to come to your door were you to hire a stripper."