Don't Hit the Mailman

The other day Ann and I were driving along, and she spotted a mail truck by the side of the road. I spotted it too, which was much more important, since I was the driver. On the side of the truck next to the curb, a USPS employee was emptying some mailboxes -- picking up the mail, in other words.

"Don't hit the mailman," Ann said.

"I won't," I answered. I would have had to go pretty far out of my way to do so, both in terms of steering the car, and in having some kind of psychotic episode.

"Don't hit the mailman," she said again. "If you kill the mailman, we won't get any mail."

[Pause.]

"Why are you laughing, Daddy?"