I got called in to work….on my day off….and ended up working 12 hours and getting paid for 9.

Man.

What kind of sucker am I?

All I had to do was avoid answering the phone at 6:10 when my postmaster was calling to have me come in and run the route because the sub was sick.

That’s easy.

Why do I always answer when I think that somebody might be in trouble?

What a soft-hearted sap.

Music is the only distraction that gets me through the days like today.

Sly.

How about that for a good distraction?

And…I guess it’s spelled “falettinme”…not “fo’ lettin me”.

I’m such a pale and unfunky Norwegian sometimes.

“Fo’ lettin me”?

Nah…..