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                                     The only mail I get these days is from my lawyer. It's like motions and letters to other lawyers and all kinds of stuff
                                    that costs me like a thousand dollars a page to have her write.   But at least its mail. At least it's someone communicating with me, so I'm not living like a homeless guy in the woods
                                    who kidnaps young Mormon girls. Not that I would ever kidnap anyone, or even live in the woods with no running water. Or be
                                    Mormon. Nevermind.   It's nice to get mail and to have something addressed to you that kind of says "Hey, how you doing?" Someone is thinking
                                    of me today, even though I'm paying them a thousand dollars an hour to do it. I'm like a little kid when I get mail. I even
                                    wave to the mailman.   The mailman is kind of like Santa Claus, when you think about it. I mean, he brings things to your home and he never
                                    asks for anything in return, so he kind of operates on the same principle.   There are, of course, subtle differences. The mailman will take things from your house and give them to other people.
                                    Santa doesn't do that. You can't go to the mall and sit on the Mailman's lap and tell him what you want, although I suppose
                                    you could go to the post office, sneak into the employee break room, sit on someone's lap and tell them what you wanted them
                                    to bring you. There's a good chance you would be arrested, though. And an even better chance that you would be felt up. The
                                    post office doesn't employ elves or reindeer, either, although I have seen midgets working there. Unlike Santa's elves, though,
                                    the midgets I've seen at the post office are generally mean and ill-tempered. Most postal workers are mean and ill-tempered,
                                    though I'm not sure why that is, it's just that I notice it more with midgets because I'm afraid of them .  It must really suck to be a mailman. It's a thankless job. They probably get cussed out every time the rates go up. And,
                                    I'm sorry, but it just seems like such a mindless job, driving around and putting mail in boxes. When you go to work
                                    for a company and you have no skills and you're just a know-nothing doofus, where do they put you? The Mailroom.
                                    They figure no one can screw that up. I mean, maybe they could screw it up, but they'd have to be profoundly retarded.
                                    
 
                                     Maybe it's why mailmen go crazy all the time and start killing people.   Or maybe it's that movie with Kevin Costner that sucked so bad. I bet a ton of mailmen were excited about that movie
                                    before it came out...I mean, I bet they were dry-humping their postal meters. And then it was about, what? A guy who tries
                                    to restore civilization by delivering mail? I don't get it. I'm sorry. I think if civilization collapsed, the first thing
                                    I would want restored was indoor plumbing. He should have called the movie The Plumber.   And then of course, there was The Postman Always Rings Twice , which had nothing whatsover to do with mailmen
                                    as far as I remember, but did star a smoking hot Jessica Lange . Not that it didn't still suck.  I think either of those movies would have benefited had they starrred John Ratzenberger as Cliff Clavin from Cheers.
                                    In fact, any of Kevin Costner's films could be improved by Cliff Clavin.   I need a sandwich.
                                    
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