going postal

My neighborhood seems to be home to a lot of ‘colorful characters.’ Living in a University neighborhood means 2 things; a lot of retired people and the rest are students. So for the most part there are a lot of people around during the day on weekdays. And I happen to have weekdays off, so I get to see a lot of this. It’s so weird sometimes that I think I need to use this blog to start sharing and documenting the crazy-ass ‘hood. I’ll start explaining and naming characters as I go along, but for now, here is today’s story:
This morning I noticed there was a new crazy guy at the Post Office. I’ve seen him around, he’s odd, but not homeless. Stinky but visibly clean. He was at the counter paying for something or picking up something, then he entered the lobby about the same time I walked in from outside. I over heard him say this: “After this we can get some sausage. But she can’t shove that whole thing up you’re ass all at once, that’s gonna kill me. She might have to pay for that. That’s bull-shit. That’s bull-shit.”
He’s a short guy and always wears a stocking cap, which makes him look Irish to me. So I will call him Mayor McSausage.