Neither rain nor sleet nor poo…
One day last autumn, after hearing the clunk of the mailbox lid slamming shut after the postman made his regular deposit (his first at my house that day) the doorbell rang.
I went to answer the door assuming that the mailman had a package for me. It turns out he did, but not the good kind.
He asked if he could use my bathroom. Assuming he just needed a pee, I let him in and went back to my office. Twenty minutes later, I finally heard the toilet flush and the mailman emerged from the bathroom. He thanked me and went on his merry way.
Is it just me or was that just a little odd…and…well…gross?
I’m betting the guys reading this think this is perfectly normal and the women reading it are freaking out.
