what the...?

[examorata]

When I got home, there were three state police cars parked at the building, right outside the rental office. No lights, no sirens, and no general sense of panic, though, which was good. The mail truck was also out there. I walked into the building to find (a) no actual mail and (b) an overwhelming smell of stinky fish. Immediately I was pondering the likelihood of tuna-related homicide. Or assault? I had no mail. Had the mail carrier been assaulted with a haddock before my mail could be delivered? I may never know.

You know, it occurred to me the other day I seem to get less mail of late. Then I realized why - I no longer come home to a mailbox stuffed full of various credit card offers. Go figure.