I had known for a long time that my parents first met at a party. A Christmas party. Given by one of my mother's friends.
What I hadn't known until tonight was how my father got invited.
It turns out that he had a seasonal job with the post office. Delivering mail during the Christmas rush. One mail recipient was a young woman who was giving a party. She asked him if he would like to come.
Now that I have heard this tale
I vow to never again say "snail"
When speaking of the U.S. Mail.
I must admit that I feel retroactively nervous
To think my existence is owed to the Postal Service.