Sunday-Funday
I saw a mail-truck on the road today...
Anytime I see a mail carrier on a Sunday, I wonder just what they’re up to?
Is it an overworked mailperson, just trying to get the week’s mail delivered before Monday comes round again?
Has life circumstance caused them to have to make up for lost time this week? Could their personal vehicle be broken down, and they just need to pick up a few things from the store?
Or could they be day drinking? They could have a mail tote full of ice and cold beer, and they’re headed to their friends house to burn one…
Warning: Explicit language and content.
Sam reached around behind her and grabbed an ice cold Natty out of the mail tote, but before she could get the damn thing opened she had to jerk the wheel back hard to the left, so she wouldn’t hit a road sign. She had the Grumman LLV pegged out, and wasn’t used to driving on the opposite side of the vehicle at top speed. Once she regained control she popped-the-top and took a long chug.
“Whew, shit,” Sam said aloud to herself. She picked up her cell and texted Rob, omw. “He’d better not smoke without me.”
As Sam looked back up at the highway, she saw a deputy sheriff sitting back in the woods using his radar. She started to let off the accelerator but immediately realized the top speed of the mail-truck was 55mph, so she couldn’t have sped if she’d wanted to. Still, she wasn’t supposed to be using it for personal reasons, and not on a Sunday, and certainly she shouldn’t have been drinking and driving it. But the deputy had just waved when she went by, like they were comrades or something.
“Oh hey, dumbass,” Sam said as she waved back, careful to keep her open container out of sight.
When Sam pulled up to Rob’s ratty old singlewide trailer, he was leaned back on the front porch with his feet propped on the rail. Rob was her on again, off again boyfriend. And right now they were on again, again.
“Hey there darlin,” Rob said when she walked up. “You got another one of them, Nattys?”
“Do you still have the blunt?” She asked, you never know about Robbie.
“Hell yeah, girl,” Rob said with a wink.
Don’t you hell yeah girl me, she thought, I ain’t come here for that. Sam walked back over to the mail-truck and got out two cold beers. She shook one, then tossed it to Rob. And as she was turning hers up, Rob’s spewed all over him causing him to cuss, and her to snort beer out of her nose laughing!
“Fucking stop, Rob!” Sam said between laughs. “You’ve got my nose burning.”
“Fuck you Samantha,” he said as he took his tee off and rang the beer out of it. “I hope it cauterizes your damn nose.”
“Ow, come on Rob, don’t be a cry baby. I’ll get you another beer.”
When she handed him the next beer he held it far away from himself as he opened it. Rob pulled one of his dreadlocks around to the front and checked it, feeling it up and down. Then tossed it back around and started on another one.
“Don’t tell me you’ve lost it?” Sam asked.
“No, no, it’s in here somewhere,” Rob said as he continued to fondle his dreadlocks, looking for the blunt he’d stowed away the night before. They’d been at a party together, before he’d passed out that is—but what’s new?
He finally found it, and fished his old worn Zippo out of his pocket. He’d had that lighter for as long as Sam had known him, and it always lit on the second strike—without fail.
Rob fired up the blunt and passed it to Sam, she took a long drag then saw stars as she coughed her head off. That’s not just weed, she could taste the sprinkle in it.
After the blunt made one more round, Sam found herself staring up at Rob’s bedroom ceiling fan. She got up and pulled her sundress back on, grabbed her sandals and snuck barefoot out of the front door to the mail-truck.
Rob stuck his head out of the broken screen door, “You leaving already baby?”
“I told you I just wanted to smoke,” Sam hollered as she started to back out of the driveway.
“You’re just using me for my body!” Rob said with a big smile.
Sam hung her bird finger out the window, and surprised herself when the Grumman spun a tire leaving his yard.
Have you ever seen a mail-truck on a Sunday and wondered what they were up to? I did today, so I wrote this when I got home. If you enjoyed it, how bout hitting the the Like button, or Restacking this post? Thanks and Happy Sunday y’all!