Ode to a Mailman

Who is it that we trust with important information?
Who is it that presents us with good and bad news?
Who is it that neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail shall keep them from their appointed rounds?
Superman? you may be thinking. But the hero I'm referring to is none other than the mailman. Yes, the 65-year-old balding man with the too short of shorts. But don't let his khaki minis deceive you. A mailman's job is no easy deed.
Think about it:
-Steering wheel on the wrong side with no doors to brace him when the realization that he is not in Britain causes him to swerve back to the right side of the road.
-Carrying money and important information with him at all times. Forget superman keeping his identity safe, The mailman has to keep millions of people's identities safe everyday! Who knows how many arch nemesis he has.
-Having to deliver all the mail to everyone in a care with no doors while fighting off the nemesis. And all before 5-o'clock!
These rumpled senile men endure more for their neighborhoods than superman could have dreamed. So next time you see that white familiar vehicle trucking down your street, give a friendly wave to let these men know your support.
For there is neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor hail that shall keep a mailman from his appointed rounds.
 Have no fear, the mailman is here.