For some reason, I tend to do a lot of street talking with my local mailmen. After our old carrier retired last year, our new carrier is even older, and perhaps, kinder, and he is a traditional Indian gentleman Sikh who wears a Dastar that matches the pewter blue color of his official United States Postal Service uniform. He is very proper and absolutely resolute in everything he does.
We’ll call our new mailman “Jerry” to protect his privacy. I always run into Jerry on the street, and I warned him when he first started that I would always say “Hi” when I saw him on the street just because I’m from the Midwest and that’s how we operate and I can’t help myself to pretend I don’t see him. Jerry seemed to be okay with that, and we often exchange pleasantries on the street and oftentimes we stop and chat a bit.