Elsewhere, Austin and Wendy's carrier is showing them how to...push a big cart. And how to keep it near you, as we see when Austin and Wendy's cart starts to vanish down the sidewalk. "Hey, your -- your mail's rollin' away," Cart Lady points out. As it turns out, the designers are bad both at keeping the cart close and at maneuvering it over curbs. Cart Lady laughs at them, and I'm just surprised it took any actual physical comedy to make her laugh at these two, considering that Austin's hat has earflaps and that Wendy...is Wendy. And she therefore looks and talks like Wendy. Austin interviews that he's pretty sure they were given the world's most rickety mail cart as a test of their mettle. "I don't think I would see myself applying for a U.S. Postal Service job," Austin says, and every other understatement in history signs a greeting card saying, "Congratulations, you've outdone us all!"

As Kara and Jay stroll, she talks about how, if Jay were a mail carrier, he'd be the kind everybody in the neighborhood would wait around to see. Jay plays along by chirping, "I'll be right with ya, Mr. Richards! I've just gotta stop over here with Barbara first!" Hee. Kara voices over that her field experience was very helpful, and she thought that in order to try to redesign the outfit, they had to get out there and see what the job was like. As her team heads into a building to deliver some mail, their carrier digs around in her bag for some essentials they might need. One is a can of what she calls "dog spray," and another is a bunch of keys. (Incidentally, I heard a mind-bendingly funny and horrifying story involving something called "bear spray," and suffice it to say that if you value your mucous membranes, you don't want to misunderstand and think that "bear spray" is used the way "bug spray" is used.) Jay talks about carrying the mail thusly: "There's, like, keys and bags, and doors and dogs, and...reading is involved, and there's mathematics...it's more than you think it is." Heh. I hate it when reading is involved. Their carrier points out that at the rate the designers are going, they may be delivering mail to this building until midnight.

When we return from a commercial break, Kara reminds us that we left the designers out in the field, preparing for a challenge in which they would redesign the postal uniform. Jay and his group are walking when he breaks out in a song called "Let's Push It, 'Cause We're Mail Letter Carriers," which is incidentally the entire lyric as well as the title. "Uh, Jay, let's calm it down a bit," No-Cigarette Lady suggests. Wow, No-Cigarette Lady. Don't sing, don't smoke...what do you do? As they stop to drop off some mail, Rob comments absently, "When did Victoria's Secret start getting all sweatery?" Hee. Kara and No-Cigarette Lady look over to see what he's doing, and they note that you're not supposed to peruse people's catalogs. "Don't read the mail, Robert," the carrier advises. Jay interviews that Rob is "a dog." Actually, a "monkey-dog." Actually, a "horny monkey-dog." A bit more tomfoolery ensues, to the point where the carrier has to tell them to act professional while they're wearing their dorky uniforms. It's hard to keep the horny monkey-dogs in line.