Tom
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This morning the doorbell rang, I peeked out the window and, seeing the mail van, I realized it was our premium forwarded mail. As I opened the door, I couldn't resist singing a rendition of Please Mr Postman. The mail carrier apparently got a kick out of it. I have a habit of delivering these spontaneous renditions, usually relevant to the situation or person, and have been (uncontrollably) doing it for many years.
On the flip side, some years ago I answered the doorbell, the mail carrier put a parcel in my hand, and said "my mother loves your songs". I closed the door before it hit me, and I just cracked up.
On the flip side, some years ago I answered the doorbell, the mail carrier put a parcel in my hand, and said "my mother loves your songs". I closed the door before it hit me, and I just cracked up.
