Monday, January 5, 2009
An Evening Smoke With The Mailman
There are times in every one's life when a good smoke is called for, and even though I have not smoked in months, I did partake of a delicious pipe smoke this afternoon with the mailman. As it appears, I was dressed for the occasion and since our mailman was already running late on his last stop of the day (my street), I offered him a drink. He accepted, and to let you know a little about his character, our mailman is a tweedy older gentleman. In the bitter cold of the winter, he usually wears an oxford cloth button down and tweed jacket. In addition, he is an avid pipe smoker and since he decided to have a pipe smoke with his drink, I decided to join him. It was a jolly time sitting on the porch talking about women, politics, and old times. We did briefly discuss sartorial bliss, and he loved my tartan tweed jacket. He actually complimented it so much, that I let him try it on (we are basically the same size). I was so flattered that I almost gave it to him, but then I remembered what I had to go through to acquire this particular jacket. Oh well, sorry mailman. Regardless, I enjoyed my evening with the postal carrier, and it was a memorable pipe smoking adventure.