You're frozen with fear as the female mail authority approaches the cart. In a split second, you decide that being casual is your best move. You pop up as if nothing unusual were taking place and ask what happened to the letter you were expecting from Milwaukee.

 "Have you checked in your box?" she asks, looking a little confused and not at all amused.

 "Do you really think it would be there?" you retort.

 "Look, buddy, why don't you leave the mail sorting to us."

 "Are you sure you don't need any help or anything? Maybe some coffee?" you offer.

 She shakes her head in disapproval, so you make your exit and sprint off to find bigger and better things to do.

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