lugging
her enormous leather mail bag
up the sidewalk.
she's sweating
under her
government issued
pith helmet
and uniform of a blue shirt
and grey shorts,
both soaked
with perspiration.
she seems more
angry
than ever,
as mail drops behind her,
littering
the ground, which
she doesn't stop to pick up.
i open the door as she
approaches
and give her a howdy,
nice day,
isn't it?
she sticks her hand
out
with my bills.
a half dozen or so
with store
circulars, coupons
and what not.
after a grunt,
she gives me the side eye,
and tells me with a loud
voice,
you know there's this thing
called online banking now.
you know that, right?
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