Know what's in my mailbox? Nothin'.
Well, that’s not true.
Bills. Ads.
That’s what's in my mailbox.
Found a bird’s nest in my mailbox once . . . actually, it was in the newspaper box underneath the mailbox. I'm surprised the mail-man never said anything about it. But he's not the paper-boy, so not his problem I guess. And I don't get a newspaper. Should I be surprised that nobody noticed it at all, for as long as it was there? Anyway, the nest is not there anymore.
Actually, he's not a mailman 'cause he's a she. She's the mail-woman.
That sounds weird.
I get no mail unless I order something, subscribe to something. In other words, I don’t get anything unless I send it to myself--or someone wants my money.
That's what's in my mailbox.
