Newman!

100,000 pieces of mail found in ex-postal worker's home

 

He'll never get that transfer to Hawaii now.

 

He'll hafta settle for a map of Hawaii.

 

Think he had some Victoria Secret catalogs in there?

 

Damn it. I was hoping this thread was about Mr. Scott.

 

NEWMAN: You see, my dear, all certified mail is registered, but registered mail is not necessarily certified.

WOMAN: I could listen to you talk about mail all day.

NEWMAN: Anything you wish. I'll tell you a little secret about zip codes: They're meaningless! (Laughs evilly, driving away)

 

Jerry: What do you do for a living, Newman?
Newman: I'm a United States Postal Worker.
Jerry: Aren't those the guys that always go crazy and come back with a gun and shoot everybody?
Newman: Sometimes.
Jerry: Why is that?
Newman: Because the mail never stops. It just keeps coming and coming and coming, there's never a let-up. It's relentless. Every day it piles up more and more and more! And you gotta get it out, but the more you get it out the more it keeps coming in. And then the bar code reader breaks and it's Publisher's Clearing House day!

 

When you control the mail, you control ... information!

 

Ten bucks says there are 5-6 acceptance letters from the Plain-Dealer in that pile, dammit! Hope it's not too late.

 

Actually, it was George that asked about why postal workers go crazy.

 

Kramer: Newman. NEWMAN.

(And you're right about George, John.)

Man, there really aren't enough Seinfeld jacks.

 

Agreed.