”Remember, it is the year 1955.” You nod as you wave bye to the D.D.D. The first ‘Resident’ walks up to the glass—handing in their ID and Entry Request. You pick up the ID and see it’s, “Milkman.” “Hello.” He says while looking at you with those bedroom eyes and small bored expression. This is the first resident of the day, you can’t mess up. Don’t mess up.