Since moving to Idaho, it's much more inconsistent. I recently moved a few months ago, and it's getting worse than ever. My uncle is a retired mail carrier, and I complained to him one day.
His response? "He probably has a few 'friends' on the route. Stops by their house to chat, maybe more." Apparently this isn't uncommon at all.
Driving home a few days ago, I saw something that pretty-much confirmed his quip. The mailman was walking out of a neighbor's house. He got a nice kiss from my neighbor on the way out, as well as a tap on the ass.
I know that house. I know her husband. He's not a mailman.
I guess that means when the cat is away, the mailman will play.
...such a player.
Well, I can't fault the guy. I mean, a mail carrier has a HUGE sexy-factor. That uniform, those power-walking calves.
I'm only glad my wife hasn't fallen to his sexy wiles...
...wait... I'm hardly ever home...
How do I know she didn't?
OH SNAP. NOOOOOOO...