I went to the post office -- usually on tuesday, it's not that bad. Ho-boy. I thought I was going to die. And of course, the guy I got was as slow as molasses in january. By the time I was done, I was litterlly covered in 1/2 thick layer of sweat. It was rolling off me constantly. And I had JUST taken a shower. It's so not fair. Speaking of showers, everyone in that line now needs one. Trust me on that.