You've got Mail...at 9 pm!

I went for a run last night...it was late because I was at my son's basketball game until about 8:00. I'm just jogging along the sidewalk, listening to the Killers, when out of the corner of my eye, I spot a white van driving really slow next to me. Then the flashlight comes out and bounces all over the house in front of me. First, I thought it was the pizza delivery guy. But then I see the eagle decal on the door...and I realize it's the mailman. Or in this case, the mailwoman.

O.k. by this time, it's going on 9 p.m. What is she doing? Did she fool around all day at the mall, and now she's REALLY behind? Did she find some stuff wedged between the door and the seat and because she's incredibly dedicated, she's coming back at night to finish the job?

She's got a friend in the van with her...is that legal? Did she tell her friend, "look, I am so screwed. I went to the matinee today and lost all track of time. I have to get this stuff delivered by midnight tonight or it's curtains for me, so I'll buy you pizza and beer if you just help me with the mail!"

I mean, I trust my mailman, but it kind of creeps me out to think of him (or her) slinking around the neighborhood in the dark.