bigwheelzip
Absent Comrade
Well, folks, I am not your guest, I am your mailman. More importantly, we do not enter homes.
Your statement brought back a memory and a chuckle.
We were visiting with my husbands uncle in College Point NY, when there's a couple of lite knocks at the side door, and then it opens, out of our sight. His uncle casually calls out, "you know where it is" to the unseen visitor. Then the sound of the refrigerator door opening, and the pop-hiss of a beverage can opening.
A moment later, his mail carrier comes in to the living room and greets us with a beer in his hand, puts the mail in the uncles hand, chugs his beer, and leaves.
They'd had this casual arrangement for many years. His uncle was quite a character.
In front of his home.
