South of House
You are standing in a driveway south of a blue house, with a red front door.
There is a large mailbox.
You are holding a stack of letters and bills, yet to be mailed.
>get in car
A nagging voice from inside your head speaks "Aren't you going to mail that?"
>mail it later
The voice becomes annoyed. "You have said that for the the past 2 months."
>throw mail angrily into car
The mail does not fit.
Sticky Capri Suns and smashed up goldfish crackers have been moved to mailbox. Mail is now sitting comfortably on the floor of the car.