Sir, Over luncheon the Lady of the house sees fit to take me to task. She claims that my letter to the Postmaster is unwarranted for the new Postman is a fine upstanding young fellow. I note that he did deliver a telegram this morning with some urgency.
My friend dared me to drop jeans in the stairwell of my apartment complex so she could take a photo to show her friends. What would you do if you saw us?