The little man in the (fluorescent) green suit, astride a minibike that maxes out somewhere around 70km/h. That's who the LGBB is hoping for a visit from.
Yes. Postie. Rather *clears throat to get it right* "Poh-steeeeeeee"
She sees him in traffic, then again on a footpath in a different suburb on the same trip. There he is again, walking in to a shopping centre this time. What's this?? He's everywhere!
The little LGBB is so intrigued by this helmeted being who delivers mail (not so much letters to little boys and girls, but bills to their parents, sadly).
Keep your department and shopping centre Santa fill-ins. Postie is ever-present, year round.
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