Morning newspaper delivery. Done without a sweat, although there was a momentary loss of focus. A pleasant moment, he might even add.<br/><br/>As Tony stepped into the post office building, which happened to be conveniently next to the newspaper building, the same busy noise of working telephones, rapid murmurs and shifting paper greeted him. The rest of the morning shift had arrived, the workaholic atmosphere replacing the once quiet morning turnabouts of a regular new day. People passed by him in a rush, normally those late for work. A few of them were known to ignore him whenever he was around, but those friends he had wondering and sitting around were always there to greet him.<br/><br/>Katey was at the front desk today. When she noticed him enter, she gave him a friendly wave. Tony had known Katey ever since he got here and made the interview with the office manager. She was a nice lady. Modest. Simply dressed. He had known her long enough to know of the frequently used secrets she keeps hidden in the bottom most drawer of her desk. Wagner came by next, holding a cup of coffee and a stack of papers. He gave him a quick nod and walked straight pass him into the sorting room out back. He kept the sorting room boys in line and on time. By right, Tony was his subordinate some time before he became the post office runner, but he normally forgoes with the protocol and focused more on getting the job done. Moving along some distance into the office, he came across fellow delivery guy Jackson. Jackson was his drinking buddy from time to time and a sci fi buff, but that didnt make him nerdy. He was built like a brick, tanned to mild mocha crisp, and could haul some pretty big cargo on and off the carrier vans which he drives every day. Those were only three of the familiar faces he had come to know, some of the discrete splashes of color that made this town an interesting painting.<br/><br/>He approached Katey by the front desk and leaned forward against it. It was a normal routine. He switched hats from the newspaper one to the post office one, also red but some parts yellow with the post office logo on it. Heaving a small havesack from under the desk and plopping it in front of him, Katey flashed him a wink and a smile. Some casual small talk between colleagues went on for a few moments, mostly about their day and random bits and bobs of information, before Tony slung the bag on his shoulders and got back outside.<br/><br/>It was time for the next phase of his morning exercise. Delivering priority courier mail. The bag had four express packages and urgent letters to be delivered across town. This was time when he would be able to run about without restriction, the main part of his exercise and also the most fun.<br/><br/>"First address...." He whispered to himself, mapping his route in his head, and bouncing on his feet as he took a deep breath. Seconds later, he was off again.