Mail Bonding and Snail Male

I went to Atlanta for five solid days of meeting, speaking and general hard work last Friday. Before I left, I carefully packed Andra's sandals and some wholesome snacks in a priority mail box. I sealed the box, addressed it to my dear friend and completed the customs form. I did not, however, have time to take it to the Post Office so I asked Alan, who works for the Post Office in a building with Post Office, to mail the box. When I came home, the box was still on the stool where I left it. I took it to our local Post Office and mailed it. Men! It is a good thing thing they are cute, 'cause otherwise. . .