Startled my mailman by walking outta my front door at the exact moment he was coming up the driveway.
He actually exclaimed: “Oh!!”

I froze because dude was visibly weirded out like a boy at a Grade 7 school dance. We stood there for a beat: a guns free but germ wary Mexican standoff. Like a souring drug deal he knelt down and put the mail on the driveway a few feet away from me.

Holding up his hand to show he’s unarmed, he turned and fled. (For real…he fled the scene).

So that’s nice: after all these years I finally met my mailman. This might be pushing it be it’d be sweet to meet my garbage man next.

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