Tuesday 19 October 2010

The hairy postman's day off

I saw the hairy postman yesterday. It was clearly his day off, as he was in mufti. Weirdly, he was loitering around the village postbox - can't the guy keep away? Or perhaps he was hoping to dissuade people from posting too much stuff, thinking kindly of his pals in the sorting office.

In any case, I know why he wears such a splendid beard now. He is bald as a coot! He looked embarrassed when I said hello to him. Maybe it is a bit like doctors, who also hate being recognised by their patients in the street.

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  1. Being a postman must be a fairly difficult job. I don't know what the feud between dogs and mail carriers is, but somehow it is an understood agreement that they must hate each other. So in the blazing sun of the Caribbean my mother's postman must arm of padded pants and pepper spray. Every day the trail of dogs in the neighbourhood bark incessantly. Food and groceries delivery personnel come and go and are received with wagging tails. At this point I am beginning to think that their feud will pass into history as one of those unsolved mysteries, something worthy of an episode in the Twilight Zone.

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