Is anyone as scared of these people as I am? I mean, I like being first to the mail but whenever I get it I have to make sure that he's down to the next house and not looking at me, so I hurry up and grab the mail then go back to my darkened living room. So, why am I scared of them? Or why do I seem to be? Here are my ideas so far. Idea #1: I was a dog in a past life and the mail man had finally had enough. Idea #2. My real dad was a mail man. Idea #3. That incident when I was 6 when my parents "accidently" shipped me to Peru in a crate of prunes.
Any other ideas?