February 26, 2006
Our mailman has Tourettes
Was just outside, having a smoke. A nice day. Extremely quiet — no one on the street.
And then I hear “what are ya fuckin gay guys in there, ya live together so well. Fuckin assholes.” And it’s coming from across the street — from the mailman, as he makes his rounds.
Must have had an altercation with a resident, I think to myself.
He’s on his way to the next house, and I hear “fuckin (incomprehensible) asshole stupid (incomprehensible) fuckin fucks . . .” . . .
Next house: “(loud but incomprehensible).” Then a lucid “SON of a bitch.”
And he continues on, swearing a blue streak. He is doing is now, no doubt, as I type this.
Made my day.
(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)