I’ll be driving around….freaking mail flying out of the Cherokee….jumping stuff just to scare the old women waiting at their windows….passing all the flags sticking up in the air….waiting for their high flying mailman to stop every once in a while…

Oh.

Oh, man!

I didn’t even think that this was possible….but it raises a bunch of questions.

Could I drive like a bat out of Hades on the mail route?

They want me to hurry.

I drive too slow.

I say “hello” to too many of my customers.

“Speed” is a big part of the job.

If “speed” is so important…then…why don’t I take it to the maximum level?

MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE!!

Do they make these bad boys in Right Hand Drive?

I think that most of my customers would get a real kick out of me pushing the limits and still getting their mail to them on time.

Why not shoot for all the fun I can have?

Jump! Jump! Jump!

Who am I kidding?

I’m dependable.

I’m predictable.

I drive slow….and I say “hello”.

Long live “mellow”.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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