After having made several blog entries that tell the tale of good citizens having no choice but to deliver on the spot, there's a good chance this postal man just did what he had to do. At least he pooped in the bushes instead of on that four-eyed man's front porch in a flaming lunch sack, which is what I think he deserves for making another man lose wages over a little fertilizer.
What is your take on this, my beloved poop readers?