"Hey, pal, just doin' my job here," the delivery man said. "Which ain't garbageman, you feel me?"
"C'mon, just sign for 'em, and-- aw, shit, look at this," he continued. "Looks like there's a little card here too." The delivery man opened the tiny envelope and drew out a slip of paper; brows furrowed and lips moving, he read it to himself.