Postal Workers Have Good Legs

I don't know if our model is a postal worker or not. He could be. For all I know he was Employee of the Month over on Olympic Drive four times running. Everyone over there could be really jealous of him and his picture being up every month. They could all get together and plot little sabotages--taking the spark plugs out of ole Mail Truck No. 77893; putting a hole in the bottom of his mail tote; putting itch powder is his jaunty cap that he's so proud of. He could pride himself on his punctuality, his dedication to quality mail service. He could be friend of housewife and housedog alike. He never loses the Netflix, this postman. He never decides not to take/leave mail simply because someone has parked (legally) ten yards away from the mailbox. Oh, heavens no. Our mailman doesn't care if people park near the mailbox. He's on foot, Postal Employee of the Month is. He's on foot and can walk right up to that mailbox and put those Netflix in and take those old Netflix out. He's on foot and that's why he has such amazing legs. He could be the very postal worker I was shamelessly ogling today at the Lumpkin St. Barberritos. There he was, minding his own Employee of the Month business, and I was "accidentally" dropping my guacamole-slimed napkin on the floor so that I could get another look at those postal worker legs. Who knew that navy blue polyester shorts could be so appetizing?