the following exchange took place outside my house this afternoon:
scene: my father is on our property, fixing our front porch. the mailman shows up. they exchange mundane small talk, and mailman hands my father today's mail.
mailman: oh, hey, does the garbage in this neighborhood get picked up on tuesday?
father: yes. (probably makes strange face at strange question)
mailman: oh ok. thanks - i know you're retired from the sanitation department, so i figured you would know. (turns to exit through gate)
father: (pauses. thinks.) hey. how did you remember i worked for sanitation? i don't remember us talking about it, and if we did it had to have been awhile ago.
mailman: oh, i deliver your mail. i know everything about everyone!
what a creep!
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2 comments:
Blimey! I would've called him a weirdo and hit him with something!
ha! i'll break out the weaponry when the weirdo starts reciting my credit card information to me!
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