Fed-Ex Man: Hey, sweet thing, what time do you get off work?
My intern: 10, but I have class until 3.
Fed-Ex Man: Class? Three? Really? Well, that’s very nice, Miss. I must be going.
Fed-Ex Man: Hey, sweet thing, what time do you get off work?
My intern: 10, but I have class until 3.
Fed-Ex Man: Class? Three? Really? Well, that’s very nice, Miss. I must be going.
Tiny Cat Pants 
You have interns? I want to be one of your interns. I have intern-references, you know. Is the giving of blowjobs pretty much a given?
Is your FedEx guy black? Ours is. We call him Chocolate Thunder.
At my last job our retiring, soft-spoken mail guy was known as “Big Daddy Silk Shorts.”
(You have to put the stress on the “Big” and then the “Silk,” or it doesn’t come out right.)
Big Daddy Silk Shorts and Chocolate Thunder. Someone should introduce these two.
Our UPS guy is of the African persuasion. Because of the whole outfit and whatnot, I just call him “Brown.”
Living in Elvisville, I must honor the FedEx man.