Steve Ferrell of Aida's Seasonings said he was going to express mail me some of his Puerto Rican Pique Hot Rub, so I planned an entire dinner around it. He assured me I wouldn't have to sign for it. Yesterday, I drove up my street, passing my mail carrier, thinking "oh, good. it's here." But, when I got to my mailbox, I found a yellow note, telling me to pick it up at the post office (which had long since closed since it's Saturday). I jumped back in my car, hoping to catch the mail carrier at the end of the street, but she was done with my street, and apparently my street is her last stop before returning, so I could see her tail-lights fading as she flew down the main road. I started chasing her. I finally caught up with her and flashed my lights, banged on my steering wheel (my horn doesn't work) all to no avail. After about 6 miles, I finally had to pass her (on a double yellow line) so I could stop in front of her. I jumped out of my car and ran to her car waving my yellow slip. I said, "I need this. It's my dinner!" Fortunately, she thought it was pretty funny. It might be a federal offense to chase down a mail carrier. I invited her to join me for dinner. She didn't come, but I had a great one. Thanks Steve for the seasonings! - mary -- FireGirl (Everybody needs a hero) Absolutely Everything About Hot Chiles http://firegirl.com