a halloween story about a mailman named gary

years ago i worked with a mailman named gary.
he had the gift of bluntness coupled with a knack for pissing people off.
he was a rather intimidating guy, well over 300 lbs and absolutely unconcerned with political correctness.
for some unknown reason, gary and i developed quite a rapport.
i was into country music at the time. he detested it and would make up twangy songs about the post office and sing them rather loudly to me.
i loved it.
here is the best story he ever told me.

before getting his job at the P.O., he worked at Wegmans grocery store.
Wegmans has a very RAH-RAH attitude about everything which drove him around the bend.
the night before halloween, at a staff meeting, his manager told all of the employees that they were required to wear costumes to work the next day.
gary, of course told them that there was no way he was going to do that.
he was told that it was mandatory..not optional.

the next morning he called his boss.
"I've got a costume..."
his boss was pleased.
"I'm going to be The Invisible Man!"
he hung up the phone, and of course made himself invisible by not showing up at work that night.
that, my friends, is how you make a sick call.
god bless you gary wherever you are.
and happy halloween!