Mind Raper

February 13, 2007 at 5:09 pm | Posted in Agitated | 12 Comments

So here I am, working my way through horrendous back pain, delivering mail to the trailer park located immediately on the town line. The fact that I am ten feet away from the city line is the only reason I can think of to explain how such a filth-ridden cluster could possibly be a part of this rich town.

The old man, whom we will name “Creepy”, hobbles out of the nearby package store when he sees me drive close in the mail truck. He is toothless, in his mid-sixties, most likely drunk, wearing red flannels and a beaver hat.

“Are you the new mailman?” Creepy asked
“Only for today” I replied
“That’s a shame. Well at least I have something to look at today.”

No reply from me here.

Creepy stands next to the several cluster boxes that house the trailer park mail and looks me up and down for the entire five minutes that it takes me to rush through the delivery; stares at me with that look as if he is memorizing my features to whack off to later.

As soon as I finish the mail I drive away and call Sean.

“I’m quitting this job!” I tell him through half tears. “Maybe not today, maybe not next month, but I am quitting.”

Sean agrees. I don’t care about the money, I’m better than this.

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