When I was a wee lad, we got mail twice a day and I think it cost a nickel for first class. All the dogs loved the mailman. He would walk the block and there would be fifteen dogs following along. One day, a substitute carried the mail. He pepper sprayed the dogs. My humble, mild-mannered, sainted mother tore him a new one. He never came back.
When I was a wee lad, we got mail twice a day and I think it cost a nickel for first class. All the dogs loved the mailman. He would walk the block and there would be fifteen dogs following along. One day, a substitute carried the mail. He pepper sprayed the dogs. My humble, mild-mannered, sainted mother tore him a new one. He never came back.