Behind her came the jangling sound of someone impatiently shaking a key ring, as her scattered bags cluttered the floor in front of Kaminski's own mailbox. The girl looked so flustered, though, that he could only manage to look annoyed for .5 seconds before swooping in to help. He gathered the straps of the bags in one hand and scooped them off the ground. "Hey Candy Raver, quick fashion tip." He put the messenger bags on in demonstration, lifting the straps over his head. "Wear the strap on the opposite shoulder. That way you're just choking yourself instead of spilling your crap everywhere."
He open and shut his mailbox with a clank and shuffled through the envelopes he withdrew. Junk, junk, bill, spelled his name wrong... Kaminski crammed them in his pocket and turned back to the girl, ready to take the bags off and hand them back. "Jesus these are heavy. You must be stronger than you look."