Newspaper Guy

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.

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