So, how do you get your mail? In this little town, we must pick it up at the post office. There is no delivery in town. In the country, however, you have a real postman deliver your mail. Ask Mom. It's true!
In Marion, IA, the postal worker was making her rounds, and due to her blood-alcohol content, decided it was time for a snack. According to this article, she entered the home of an elderly lady, sat down on the floor, and started chowing down on leftover noodles from the fridge.
WTH? I'll leave you some cookies for Christmas...IN THE MAILBOX! Don't DARE come into my house, uninvited, for a snack. Dry up, goof ball. I'd shoot you if you walked into my home. Seriously. Shoot. You.
I'm just sayin'.