Al, the mailman

Here in the Northwoods you can still call the letter carrier a mailman.  There is a woman who delivers it on Saturday.  Everyone just calls her the "sub" or "late" because she isn't as quick as Al.  If there is an over-sized package, he drives the quarter mile lane and 1 big hill to deliver it to our door.  This happens often because we have taken to the internet to procure supplies:  special food for our birds, gifts from catalogs, car parts, etc.  Sometimes it comes by UPS, FEDEX or a shlock outfit called Speedy Delivery (Not).  Most of the time it is the United States Postal Service - in our case - Al.  He doesn't wear the uniform or drive the special truck with blue and red signage.  He sports a handlebar mustache that curls on the ends.  And he drives a Buick.  To manage in the Northwoods, the rest of us have trucks, or SUV's,  a 4 wheel drive of some kind - probably with bags of sand in the back for weight.  Not Al.   He drives a 1994 Buick sedan.  Never been stuck.  Always delivers on time.  Goes up and down some crazy lanes like ours.  A Buick.  I guess that is what I need to shop for next time.