The secret is out. You all know. I want to be a waitress. Okay, so it's not that weird of a desire, right? Right? Let me share my secret desire #2...brace yourself, this one is weird. For the past couple of years I have thought being a mail person would be most exciting. Just use your excuse for an imagination for one second and bear with me. Mail persons have a great job for these reasons: (in no specific order)
- They drive a cool truck-car-thing-with a sliding door. (notice how I turned the word "sliding" into a calligram-a word that is written in a way that creates a visual image.)
- They drive on the American passenger side and because I will probably never make it to England in this life, this is my chance to steer from that side of the car.
- Uniform. I have a great fascination with the workplace uniform and the uniform of mail people is most especially attractive.
- Delivering. Letters from officials, packages, bills, cards, love notes...everything goes through the mail. I love mail. I love holding it, opening it, sending it. I love opening the mailbox and see a stack of letters. It thrills me in the oddest way.
- Of course, the life of a mail person is not all bliss, but it could be. Going from house to house. Some by car, some by foot, some by bike. Placing carefully sealed surprises in cute shaped boxes. Getting to know random people and some dogs too. It sounds fabulous.
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