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One Monday morning a mailman is walking the neighborhood on his usual route. As he approaches one of the homes he noticed that both cars were in the driveway. His wonder was cut short by Bob, the homeowner, coming out with a load of empty beer and liquor bottles.
"Wow Bob, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night," the mailman comments.
Bob in obvious pain replies, "Actually we had it Saturday night. This is the first I have felt like moving since 4:00am Sunday morning. We had about fifteen couples from around the neighborhood over for Christmas Cheer and it got a bit wild. Hell, we got so drunk around midnight that we started playing "Who am I?"
The mailman thinks a moment and says, "How do you play that?"
"Well all the guys go in the bedroom and we come out one at a time with a sheet covering us and only our "privates" showing through a hole in the sheet. Then the women try to guess who it is"
The mailman laughs and says, "Damn, I'm sorry I missed that"
"Probably a good thing you did," Bob responds. "Your name came up five times."
Joined: Wed Mar 16 2005, 01:18am
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This thread's title is a tribute to Sesame Street's "Who are the people in your neighborhood?" portion of their program.
As someone who never thought in a million years my career would lead me to this job, the 'responsibility' one has being in the same neighborhoods on a daily basis takes on a particularly bizarre significance. But, only if one is aware of it I guess.
Take this for instance.
There is always a period where I am just Mailman X each day. Just a random mailman driving a random mailtruck on a random street. Driving along, at a stoplight etc, but in the process of getting to a destination essentially. It's amazing to me how many times I have to wave at idiots, like I'm everyone's pal. I mean, I know it's polite and all, but 95% percent of the wavers are known doofus retards that think a mailman walks on water or something. Very old doddering men do this too, as do drunken unemployable types. It's just funny to me, every time this happens it reminds me of Sesame Street and the "Who are the people in your neighborhood" bit.
I'm the people that they meet When they're walking down the street Each day!
It's fucking gay! Though I admit sometimes it makes me feel like a God. Or maybe the pope.
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Yes jokingly! He also acuses me of doing the neighbor (gag) cause our 2 year old is blond and also about another of his friends cause our 6 year old is really tall like him. *shakes head* He hasn't come up with an alternative father for our girl yet :roll:
