I was pulling the mail out of our post office box this evening, and I bent down to peer inside to make sure I wasn't missing anything. Much to my surprise, there were eyes looking back at me! I was drawing in a breath to holler, when I recognized the postmaster. Its a good thing neither of us actually had a coronary, he from laughing, me from the shock, because he was locked in behind the little boxes and I was locked out.
What a nut. But then, that's life in a small town. You have to get your kicks where you can find them. I told him he'd better have return postage on him because I couldn't keep him.