Hey, cutie.

We made eye contact.

Miss connections.

That was me staring.

There's only two places to find true love in this world.

One is in the back of a crowded clown car.

When someone's giant gloved hand honks more than just your nose.

The other is on the pages of craigslist.org.

We scour that website every week to find the best misconnections that they have to offer,

like this first one, titled, You Have My Stamp of Approval, Man for Woman 33, USPS.

He says, I was the guy in line at the post office the other day standing directly in front of you i hadn't been

there in years so imagine my surprise that number one it was still open yeah and number two there were

hotties in line like you oh we stood there for what seemed like forever yeah that usually happens at. So slow. I know. But that's what you get when you can only afford to pay one employee and fire the rest. Parentheses, thanks, Obama. Everything's Obama's fault. It's amazing. So long ago. How much of the reach he has, even 10 years after being out of office. Yeah. I'm sure he's going to be the reason I lose my job, too. Yeah, most likely. In the future, I mean. He goes on, I tried to make conversation. You said you were buying some stamps, and I immediately told you a fun fact. Did you know the word stamps said backwards is spats with the M taken out. That's not a fun fact.

It's not even fun.

You didn't say much.

That's not even a word, dude.

But you were probably surprised at my quick wit.

Ten minutes later, the line still hadn't moved, which was awesome for me.

I was able to get into great detail about the three katanas I was picking up,

delivered all the way from the Philippines.

I'm sorry if you're into katanas, but I love that.

You thought that was going to impress me.

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