I woke up really early this morning because I have a conference call with a Managing Director in the New York office. So when I stepped outside of my apartment, I bumped right into the guy delivering my newspaper. He was startled, and even more so when I said, “Hey, what’s your name?”
He said, “Is there a problem with the paper?”
“No, nothing like that.”
“You missing a paper some day?”
“You call the paper?”
“No! Look. It’s just, well, you deliver my newspaper every morning and I don’t know your name. I don’t want us to be strangers.”
He looked at me leery. “Hector.”
I shook his hand. “Fletcher.”
“Okay. Have a good day.”
And then he took off, probably to tell all the other newspaper delivery people to avoid my apartment because I work for the I.N.S.
It’s too early to talk to strangers.