After packing the van for tomorrow, we sit on the stoop in the thick night air, sipping on cookies-and-cream milkshakes and chatting, when a postal service truck rolls up.
"Yo, you live here?" the driver calls to us, and upon hearing the affirmative, jumps down with packages for me, hands them to me, and dashes off.
Katie watches this ruefully, then says, "Sure, I walked two miles today to the post office in the disgusting heat to get my package, but my husband sits on the stairs, drinking a milkshake, and they just drive up and hand it to him, in the middle of the night!"
"The karma almost makes getting cancer worth it," I joke.
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