There's A Reason Dogs Attack Him
I go out to the mailbox today to mail a letter to Becky, and I look inside the mailbox, and there are already things in it. Oh, blast, I think, assuming that the mail has already come today. I bring the mail in, and set it down, bringing the letter back to my room to wait tomorrow.
A little while later, I think more about the mail, and decide that it might have been the mail from saturday, since my parents weren't even here most of the day, so I go back out to put the letter in the mailbox so that it might get sent today, and guess what? There's more mail in the mailbox. The blasted mailman came by in the 15 minutes it took me to wonder whether he hadn't come yet.
I guess I'll send it tomorrow.