Did you ever look at your mailman and wonder if he ever stood in front of a mirror and practiced releasing his pepper-spray, staring into his own eyes as if they were the eyes of some rabid canine, reciting "tough talk" he obsessively composed through-out his day's routine?

You know this has happened, if not this week then last. Check out your mail carrier's stride. Does it seem over-confident? Does it seem guided, as if by dubious intentions, to do harm?

To bring hell on Earth to the ocular vicinity of any beast bold enough to hold his gaze.

To have his day "made" and to ask whether or not "you are barking at me?"