Cindy had told me about him, but I didn’t pay attention. Something about The Talking Mail Man.
Oh. I said.
But one day I was sitting by the window which I love to have opened – even when it’s cold – and I heard some animated talking below.
At first, I thought someone was at the door, but I hadn’t heard a knock. Still the animated talking continued outside.
Then I was trying to determine the tone of the man talking below.
There was seldom a pause and his is the only voice I heard. But I was still confused about a certain tone in his voice – below all that animated energy – what was behind that?
I heard it.
That was it. I immediately knew whoever it was still laughed. (That’s a good sign these days.)
And that’s when I realized what Cindy had meant:
The Talking Mail Man
It was him.
So then I started listening for The Talking Mail Man. And I learned.
This guy never stops talking. It could be hailing and he’d still be on the phone. He easily could have been a stockbroker. A billionaire who liked delivering the mail.