Male Mail Order: What Fool, Herodotus
Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. Bah. What bologne. For a few weeks now I’ve been expecting snail mail from a couple of my best friends, and like the good little girl that I am I’ve been checking my post office box faithfully, at least once or twice a week. After much thought, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m getting everyone else’s mail but…