When I got to this house I realized I had a regular mail carrier who looked like a really Swedish version of Harry Anderson, and when I was out working the lawn when he came by we’d chat briefly and he’d crack jokes that were like 1/3 of the way to corny and 1/3 of the way to dirty but never really made it to either one

It was this weird kind of sitcom domestic normality and I really liked it and for the past few weeks I’ve noticed new different carriers doing his route each day and I hope he’s just on vacation or something.