So, I unfolded the poor guy and asked him how the trip was.

A nice guy, that Stanley. He told me that the trip was pretty smooth, but it got a little bumpy when the mail truck drove him through Arizona, what with the Grand Canyon and all.

He's a pretty thin guy by nature, but I couldn't help but wonder if the guy could use something to eat.

I asked him if he was hungry.

He said, "got any egg salad?"