Several days ago I had a strange encounter.

I parked my van and ran across the street to make a delivery. Some guy with an afro, driving a junker, pulled up to the van and shouted, "'Ey! Mista mail man!!! Ey! Ey!!!" He was just shouting that repeatedly and really fast like he was high or something. I walked over and shouted, I'm over here (on the opposite side of him 😆). He looked at me and said, "You got a package for me?!" I pulled up my phone to look it up and asked him what his address is.

"It don't matta what my address is, you know what I'm saying? You the delivery guy, right? You got a magic bag! You Santa Claus, ain't you?!"

I just laughed and kept moving. He drove away.

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Then he made a U-turn, came back, and started shouting again. I forget what he said that time. I just got in my truck, put it in D, and drove past him while he shouted, "I THOUGHT WE WAS FAMILY, ME AND [company name], I THOUGHT WE WAS FAMILY!!!" I just kept laughing and kept driving.

I kept a close eye on my van for the rest of the day but at least it gave me a good laugh in an otherwise stressful shift. 😂